The Indigenous (Closed PT)

[Dynion Cryf]

14th October 1900

It was then that they came. Heavily armoured, heavily equipped. Their armour glinted in the golden sunlight. They looked down on us, the pale faces. We already felt inferior when they arrived off their huge boats, hulking great vessels they were, "I hereby declare this a colony of the Empire Of Latnya." They said.
I didn't understand the concept of colonisation. I quickly learned, however, that you did what they told you. We were told to construct buildings in their traditional style.
Before they came, you would build a house to live in.
These men would have us build houses to sell to others.
They had guns, too. We didn't have guns. We were owned, then. Owned by The Latnyan Empire. They had came and taken over much of Central Dynion Cryf without any resistance whatsoever.
However, when they went east, it was a whole new story.
It was there that they found the Ildyrssans.
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Tahiji Tokuru.
Member of the Dynion Cryf Indigenous Population.

[Latnya]

23rd November 1901

I've lived in this colony for a year now, a beautiful place filled with trees,flowers of all sorts and animals of every different make.
I've been able to live a most rich life owning many houses and business, everything seems perfect for me except for one thing,
The natives. A Dreadful people backwards in mind, but splendid in appearance they call themselves Ildyrssans a very hostile
people attacking us when ever we get to close, they already destroyed one of my Scout party's and have killed many people.
Although i wish not to do this we ask for further reinforcements and a higher tax on the people here to combat this native
Threat.

Scott Taff
Governor

[Dynion Cryf]

Tyu Maro 30th November 1901
The Master had asked for me to go run an errand for him, and it was whilst hastily making my way through the streets of Port Duncan when I encountered a large Ildryssan standing on a box yelling out to the crowd.
Many Latynan Military Police had gathered round but since he was speaking in the Tongue Of The Motherland, none but those of true Dynion Cryf understood what he was saying.

"Able-bodied men of Dynion Cryf! We are at war! We cannot let these invaders control our land and bed our women whilst we sit around working for them! No!"

He earns a cheer of agreement from the nearby Cryfians, who have all stopped to listen to this charismatic and evocative speaker.

"And now, they have raised taxes on us! We pay THEM so we can continue to live in OUR land! It makes no sense, we must rise up and kick these Imperial Bastards back to where they came from, men of Cryf, are you with me?"

Another cheer, louder. At his point, several Latnyan Miltary Police step in to attempt to drag him away. He attempts to escape, but is hit with the butt of a rifle. The wilful Ildryssan punches one of the Military Men in an attempt to escape. The growing Military Forces around us immediately open fire on the crowd of Dynion Cryf.

All but a handful are killed or injured. I myself quickly escape as fast as I can. What can I do? They have guns. We do not.
I finish up my errands and return to the plantation.

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[Latnya]

15th December 1905, Major Aaron Romulus


As i walked through the forest , Clutching my weapon i Thought about what happened what lead us out here,
years a ago a Ildryssan man made a speech and was killed by the MP sparking outrage throughout the
Native Ildryssan people prompting them to go to war with us. I was conscripted only weeks ago and this
is my first assignment, Hopefully i wont di....*SWEESH* "Natives!" i yelled as i hit the dirt and loaded
my weapon one guy had already been killed, i heard 2 more get beat to death and after that i let out a war cry
and attacked the native in front of me with my sword, who then easily disarmed me and stabbed me in the
abdomen. The last thing i remember was them dragging me on the dirt and dying....dying,or so i thought.

[Dynion Cryf]

In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have gone for the abdomen.
The Ildryssan People traditionally aim for the throat. So I think subconsciously, I didn't want to kill him. That's why I dragged him back to our temporary camp (our last one was decimated by cannon fire) and asked one of the women to look after him.
Studying his limp body lying their next to the campfire, I realised that him and I are not unalike.
We are both in our early twenties and in the same physical condition. From his fighting skills earlier, I would guess that he is not one of the traditional warriors of his Imperial tribe. I am not either. I was training to be one of our wise men.
But my Father, the Ildryssan Leader, could not in good consience send out young men to fight the white men without sending his own son.
So, I went, and fought. I promised him. "I will kill many warriors."
I hadn't realized how hard it would be.
I did not have the kridja or guts as you people say, to kill another man in cold blood.
I am not a killer, and despite what these white men have done to my people and my lands, I could not kill one.
I am Tahulu Takara. I am not a killer.

"Tahulu!" I hear. "Tahulu!"
It is Karo Makaro, my cousin and best friend. I exit the tent trying to look inconspicuous. He is looking flushed with excitement.
"What is it, Karo?" I ask, his enthusiasm rubbing off on me.
"I just went out on an ambush with Mau Kakara and his warband. We killed many warriors, and I have brought back this!"
He pulls out an object that I automatically flinch at.
"Relax, cousin. This is the weapon...a sidearm, so I'm told, that the white men have used to hold power over us! These weapons will win us the war!"
I cannot help but smile. "That sounds great, Karo. But do you know how to use one?"
"Of course I do, cousin. You just pull the trigger and-" BAM! Birds fly from the trees and there are several grunts of surprise from the nearby tents as the musket shot echoes around the still forest air.
"Put that down, cousin!" I exclaim. "They are dangerous weapons. If I am to fight again, then it must be with the spear and sitara [special Ildryssa knife] of my ancestors! They have their weapons and we have ours. Justice will prevail."

But then, from behind me, like a ghost I hear the great warrior Mau Kakara say "But if we could learn to use their weapons, it could give us the strategic advantage."
I nod, more out of fear than agreement. Mau is the toughest Ildryssa warrior I know. They say he has killed over a hundred white men.
"You will go to your Father." He says, prodding my chest. "Tell him we need guns. Soon I take my warband to Churchtown to gather men and weapons. You will come. Learn to fight."

And so I shall. We shall launch a surprise raid on Churchtown to the South-East of this country. We shall steal their weapons and learn to use them. The tide of the war will turn.
My father may be tribe leader, but Mau Kakara has earnt the respect of the warriors, and my father, Haru Takara dare not go against him.
I have made arrangements for two young girls who I know can keep a secret to look after the soldier.

Mau Kakara says Dynion Cryf will be liberated, or each of us will die trying. I'm inclined to agree.

[Latnya]

I'm not dead, amazing i thought i would be dead but somehow i'm alive,
i don't know were i am though might as well get up and explore.He
Walks out and to his horror and surprise. "Were am i!" i shout
like some sort of child"Why have you captured me and how am i alive!"
I was panicking and they could tell, i tried to sound better but i'm not
going to lie i was scared. i tried to run but my wound still hurt and i
quickly fell, i knew i was going to die again and yelled out" Get it over
with, KILL ME!" but no one approached or was scared to i hadn't realized
in my panic that only a few women and children were at my location,
although i could here others approaching i could have escaped had i not
come out screaming a stupid mistake. i was certainly going to die now
but again i was spared, in the distance i could here yells and a discharge
of a weapon they must have found a musket...perfect for my escape.


I quickly got up and ran towards the sound, still hurt and hiding behind
the tents to rest every so often, when i arrived at the origin or the
sound i saw a boys and a man, one of them holding the musket
and the other a person looking like the man that shot me and being the idiot i am
i ran out there to attack him only to be dispatched by the man
im certainly going to die now.











OOC: were not white men just so you know =D but still good RPing

[Dynion Cryf]

OOC: Darn it, that's what I get for assuming things.

17th November 1905

It is a three day march to Churchtown from the Ildryssan Rainforest.
But we are Ildryssans, we do not march, we run.
We make it in two.

It is nightfall when we arrive. It is me and many veteran warriors and Mau Kakara.
"Tahulu!" Says one, "Keep your back straight when you jog!"
"Tahulu!" Says another. "That isn't how you hold a spear, boy!"
"Tahulu!" Says a third. "Will you ever learn?"

A lot of the time they are giving me valuable advice, but it is frustrating being constantly picked apart. When we reach the wooden fort that is Churchtown. We get into cover behind some hay.

We spend fifteen minutes trying to light a fire. Each second wasted, my heart pounds further. Any minute now I expect to hear a sentry call out in surprise, then see gunshots whizzing past my ears.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, we light the fire and begin to burn the bundles of hay that are around the hay. I was elected to run around the field setting fire to as many as I could.
Our plan works. A small group of Latnyian Soldiers heave back the heavy bolts of Churchtown gates and the warband sneak in behind them and slit their throats.
I run to join them as we enter Churchtown.
My thoughts drift back to the soldier who I tried to save, but didn't want to be saved. It seems like a year ago, when it was only a few days. I suppose it reinforces Mau's theory that all of the Imperials are scum. It doesn't matter anyway. I may have tried to save one of the enemy, but I have learnt my lesson and shall kill all of them tonight. It will force the Latnyians to start to take us seriously.
I hear the call of surprise then the gunshots begin to fire, we all find cover and prepare for the biggest raid of all our lives.

[Latnya]

"Natives!" some rookie says as i'm drinking my 4th shot of Vodka
i hear the discharge of are weapons and suspect they snuk in
clever bastards, so i walk out and see the natives in cover and
are men attacking like idiots so i yell at them to stop this and they slowly
stop there fire, how they got in the army ill never know. " So
you think you can walk into my camp and kill me and my men?".
I say, i can see one of them is no younger then my son, stupid
kid's going to be killed tonight for sure, i'll try and cut them a
brake cause i'm feeling merciful " turn back and you will not
be killed" i'm not lying, i'm a honest man but as i see the fire
outside i wonder if i this is the right choice, but no matter
Commander Scott Taff Jr always wins in the end.

[Dynion Cryf]

It's hard to keep track of what's going on. We had them in disarray until one man, who I presume to be the leader, took charge of the disorganised rabble and turned them into the cohesive fighting unit we've come to loathe and respect. He yells something at us.
"What is he saying?" I ask one of the members of the warband next to me.
But the man next to me is dead.
I let out a scream of rage and jump out, sprinting towards the enemy, hoping to take them by surprise. Mau and the rest of the warband follow and we push the enemy further down the street. I make a couple of clean kills with my sitara but it is Mau who is the true legend in our warband. He is unstoppable, driving through the enemy like a hurricane. All around him men fall, and the rest of us struggle to keep up with him. That is, until the man who I believe to be the leader pulls out his musket pistol...
Two shots and Mau tumbles to the ground.
I rush to his side, avoiding the carefully aimed shots that hit the wall around me.
"Mau...Mau!?" I yell.
"You must lead them..." He mumbles.
"What? I don't understand?"
"Unite Dynion Cryf..." He gasps. "The Scum's weapons..."

As he goes cold in my arms, I realise. We must get to wherever the Imperial Scum keep their weapons.
"With me, Warband!" I yell. The men follow me as if I were Mau.
"Where do you think the Armoury is?" I ask to my second-in-command.
"I can show you." Comes a croaking voice from the shadows.
He limps forward. The man might well be in his mid-twenties, but years of working on the Imperial plantations have taken their toll, he is wrinkled and scarred and his eyes are full of sadness.
"Why? You are not Ildryssan. You are Dynion."
"I once saw an Ildryssan beat to death by Imperial Military Police while I stood and watched." He said sadly. "If I could repay the debt I owe to your people now. I would be most honoured. Come, I shall show you to the Armoury."

The enemy look confused as to where we are going, but they are close behind, waving swords and firing their sidearms at us. The old man moves at an achingly slow pace but we get to the armoury with only one casualty.
"Quick, inside!" I yell, we all enter and shut the door behind us with force.
"We're trapped." Someone says softly. I realise it's true. A tactical blunder on my part means that we've made it to the armoury, but all of Churchtown's militia is outside trying to get in.
"Quick. Get the guns. We will use these to fire back." I move quickly, grabbing rifles and tossing them to my men, even the Dynion.

"We don't know how to use them, Tahulu. It's no use." One of my men grumbles.
"Then we learn quickly. To the windows. We hold them here!"

[Latnya]

I shot the leader with my Revolver
that same kid came to his side,i would have
shot him to but i don't feel good killing kids then
i watched them run, running towards the armory
i signaled my men to cut them off they may be
good warriors but they do not know this fort like
we do, " Light the gun powder ablaze when they get
there but don't kill the kid, just dump him outside the
fort" i told them, this was becoming a mess so i sent a
message to my father. it read


Père nous sommes attaqués envoyer plus de 200 soldats et deux canons de fort.
ils sont un peuple féroce, mais nous allons gagner cette guerre peu de bénéficiez.
et le père, envoyer un autre esclave ici une femelle cette fois.


i then ran back to my quarters and had a sort of party with my slaves which ended
in one shot and the other most likely pregnant, but so is life in the service of
Scott Taff Jr.


OOC: some of the things will be in French just run them through a translator and your good.

[Dynion Cryf]

"What the hell are they doing?" Rino, the youngest of the warband apart from me asks, firing a couple of shots out of the window.
"Don't have a clue." Says Novo, next to him. I come over to look what the strange Imperials are doing.
"Throwing powder around?" I chuckle. "And they say we're primitive."
We all cackled at that.
"Hey...what is he doing with that candle?" Rino asks. We all look, grinning at the Latnyians strange antics.
"I don't---" BOOM! Everything goes silent for second, the armoury crashes around me. I black out. Then regain consiousness. Then black out again.

When I awake, I'm underneath rubble. I can hear footsteps above. I don't know whether it's the other survivors of my warband looking for me or Imperials checking if we're all dead.
I thought we could beat them with guns. But now they have magic powder that makes half the world explode? We don't stand a chance. I surface from the rubble.

Wrong choice. There's a musket pistol aimed at my head.

[Latnya]

"Don't move or ill kill you" i say to a boy as young
as my own children, i motion him to get up
and take him toward the window, hay is down
there so he'll survive what comes next, i push
him out and hear his yells until he finally hits the
hay. " your welcome" i say to him and then i throw
whats left of the guns and ammunition at him,
this was a gift from the commander not me
probably a bad choice though when i finally
got to bed i had a dream of my son and hoped
Aaron was alright in his regiment.

[Dynion Cryf]

21st November 1905

It is a three day march to Ildryssa.
I do not march, I limp. And I get there in four.
Karo Makaro is waiting for me with several other men.
"How did it go, cousin?" He looks concerned.
I drop the rifles and ammunition next to him and continue walking to my tent.
He follows me.
"How is he?" I ask.
"Better. Though I don't understand a word of what he says." Karo replies. "We need someone who can speak their language and ours. We need a Dynion."
"We need many Dynion, cousin. If we are to win the war we must unite with them."
"The Dynion?" Karo scoffs. "Fighting alongside us? I do not think so, cousin. They are weak. They surrendered to the Imperial Scum as soon as they arrived on our shores. They're puppets of the Empire. What could they do for us?"
"We have shared the land for centuries. They have as much a right to freedom as we do. They loathe the Empire also, and I know this for a fact. Certainly, Churchtown contains Dynion who, if led, would surely take part in an uprising there."
"You have a plan, then?" Karo asks, suddenly brightening up.
"I do. And I shall tell my father. But first we must find a Dynion who can communicate with the Latnyan. We have things to ask him."
"Of course, of course. But what is this plan?" Karo asks.
"You will hear when everyone else hears. Do you know of Bari?"
"The Ruins Of Bari? Of course I know, why?"
"Chances are, the Latnyians do not know where Bari is. We shall amass our forces there. But first, I must leave."
"So soon?"
"Yes. I run to the nearby towns, to recruit Dynions for this uprising. I go alone, nobody must know of this plan. With any luck, I shall bring back at least one Dynion to be our translator to the Latnyian. I expect that there are Imperial Soldiers a day behind me and they will probably be attacking the camp soon. Good luck, Cousin."
"Good luck."
"I shall return with reinforcements!"

I set off running to towns to the west. I pray that when the Imperial Soldiers do arrive, the Ildryssans are prepared to hold them off.

[Latnya]

as the i saw the boy limp out of the hay
i went to tell the commander who
ordered me to track him after a few
day's and attack his camp, in the
mean time i wrote a letter to my son
asking how he was and were he was
i hope i get a reply.


MEANWHILE IN THE CAMP


i woke up..again, i thought i was dead
again but this time i was tied up, i decided
not to yell this time but to wait for the man
that saved me, while i was waiting i noticed
these people were not as are propaganda
had told us, they had family's like us children
played like our children and they did many things
like us. i began thinking that if i survive this
that i would tell what i learned to my superiors
and they would stop this, oh how wrong i was
how very very wrong.

[Dynion Cryf]

Karo Makaro 22nd November 1905

There I was talking to my little brother Jano Makaro when suddenly seemed to wither under a spray of musket balls.
They had come. And they would pay.
Grabbing my rifle from the ground I began to fire as I had been practicing all day.
Others around me did the same, our shots were not as accurate as our enemys, but when there were so many Latnyians charging at you, you were bound to hit one of them.
I fixed my sitara to the end of my rifle to make a bayonet and stabbed at one of the Imperial Scum who got to close.
My cousin, Tahulu, may have struggled to kill men at first, but I did it with ease. As the fight became more close quarters, I unnafixed my sitara and began to slice and jab at the surrounding Latnyians. I also unholstered the musket pistol that I had found a week ago, and began firing at the Latnyians at a close range.
It felt soothing to finally be able to shoot back at the Imperial Scum with more force than an arrow or spear could provide. Around me lay a circle of bodies. Further along in the camp, four Ildryssans were fighting a losing battle against a tide of Latnyians.
I fired several shots into the crowd of enemy soldiers, they dispersed and we were able to pick them off easily.
Tahulu's father and our leader, Haru Takara is viciously fighting back Latnyians as they swarm around him. I am directed to assist him, and do so. In a brief moment of peace, he looks at me with sadness in his eyes and says "My son has a plan. It better be a good one. I know in my heart that without Mau Kakara we cannot hold back the endless tides of Imperial soldiers for very long. I can fight them here alone, go where you are needed!"
I nod and rush off into the thick of the battle to kill more of the invaders!




Tahulu Takara

I reach the first village, a small place by the name of Synji. There are only ten Imperial soldiers stationed here. I kill them all without a second thought.
I step up onto a podium of sorts and address the large crowd of Dynions who stare at me.
"Any Dynion Man who is able-bodied and wishes to rise up against the oppresive Latnyians may do so. Follow me and together, Ildryssans and Dynion, shall free this land for the Imperial Scum."
I kept it simple, and twenty or so Dynion's follow me.
We run to the next village and I instruct them on ways to fight the enemy as we do so.

[Latnya]

as i'm waiting i hear people with
weapons practicing and yell out
for someone to help me and keep
yelling until someone comes, and
was surprised at what i saw next.


BATTLE


as i was marching into the enemy territory
i kept thinking about my son and that boy
i think back to when i first joined and wondered
why we were here in the first place, why i couldn't
be home for the start of Christmas but all that faded
as i entered battle i shot 4 men with my rifle a upgrade
from our muskets and charged the enemy i grabbed my sword
and started to fight in close quarters and out of the corner of my eye
so a warrior younger then my own son and charged him, it would be a
interesting fight, that had a very likley outcome.

[Dynion Cryf]

Karo Makaro

Out of nowhere a sword flashed before my eyes. I leapt back and steel met steel as I lunged with my sitara. I realised I was dealing with a skilled swordsman, and nodded respectfully at him. The crowd dissipated around us as our blades clashed again and again. The sun began to fade and although it seemed many of the Latnyians had either died or retreated, this man refused to yield. After a long struggle, he lunged at me and I disarmed him with a kick to the hand. He nodded at me. Said something, and issued an order for his men to retreat.
I didn't need to know what he said. I believe it was "We'll meet again."


Day Five Of The Siege On The Camp

Karo Makaro

Our ammunition is running low, despite the fact we have stolen the enemies weapons.
We have launched several surprise raids on their camp and cut their supply lines, but it has been fruitless. We are delaying the inevitable attack on our forces that will cripple us. Haru Takara is still alive, fortunately. I have seen the swordsman in every engagement, but have not been able to fight him. He engaged in a swordfight with Haru Takara, Leader Versus Leader, but it ended with both men retreating, licking their wounds. Haru is wounded and has named me as leader should the Latnyians attack today.
I expect they shall.
We despatched a second runner to call for help from the other Ildryssan Tribes dotted around North-East Dynion. Tahulu ought to have returned by now with his Dynion soldiers. He has not, and we can safely assume he will not be returning.
I hear a rustle behind me. I turn, expecting an enemy spy.
I was close, it is the Latnyian who Tahulu saved. After what the Latnyians have done to my people in the past few days, I ought to kill him.
He nods at me and gestures to a rifle on the floor.
He picks it up and nods at me again.
I understand, he is saying he will fight with us. One more warrior can't hurt, even if he is Latnyian.

[Latnya]

seeing the harm we've done
to these people i decided to
help them gesturing to kid
younger then myself that i would
as i finally felt at peace and safe
i thought of my father and what
he would do if we met in battle
so i decided to write him.


Day Six Of Native Assault

As i trained the men
how to wield rifles i
could see i was gaining
a small amount of fame
within the group i had
even begun to learn
there language and
hope we had a chance in
are next fight.

[Dynion Cryf]

Karo Makaro

"And look you throughing here, you aiming at their enemy."

His command of the Ildryssan language isn't the best, but at least he is making the effort. If he could master our language better, he could be our new translator. We are following his instructions on how to shoot. He is a good teacher.

Night has fallen and there has been no attack. Perhaps the enemy has taken higher casualties than we thought. We are vigilant, however. In case they do choose to attack during the nightfall. We have several decoy patrolmen, wandering around the camp with spears. Most of the other warriors hidden in secret spots with their rifles, ready to fire at the enemy should they appear.
I am one of such riflemen. It is hard to shoot at night, and every rustle sounds like an enemy invasion to me.
Suddenly I hear a large amount of footsteps coming from the woods to the west. Usually the enemy attack from the south, so I am automatically worried.
"Don't shoot." I whisper to my comrades. We need to be sure.

Then I hear a croaking whisper. "Karo?"

I sit up. "Tahulu!?" I exclaim.

"SHH!" Tahulu replies, crawling to my position.
"What happened?" I ask.
"Myself and my warband of Dynion have gone across the Northern Coast, liberating slaves. Guess where they are all heading?"
I think about this. "I do not know."
"Bari! The plan is working. I have sent runners to the Ildryssan tribes further east to persuade them to head to Bari, too. It is our best chance of amassing an army."
"When do we go?" I ask.
"Tomorrow, at sunrise. I shall call my warband to this position." He whistles in a specific pattern and several Dynion men approach from the undergrowth. They do not make a sound.
"Your warband? You have done well, my cousin."
"And you. Where is my Father?" He asks.
"Wounded."
"Can we move him to Bari?" Tahulu asks, looking at me.
"Yes. But get your men into positions, we are expecting a Latnyian attack and we are preparing to ambush and defeat them tonight."
"Sounds like a plan. Defeat an army here, then march to Bari to join the main army. We shall achieve victory."
" We shall."
And with that, he and his warband get to their own positions. They are armed with rifles and spears, and apart from Tahulu, none of them have sitaras.
I knew the Dynion were odd, but I'd never considered that they didn't have sitaras.
But they are warriors, nevertheless.
We await the enemy attack.

[Latnya]

I marched with my regiment
and waited for the thrill of
battle once again, the duel
with that young man has raised
by moral, as were neared there
camp we waited for the signal
of a horn to attack.

CAMP
as i was hiding i heard
Karo Yell and i came out quietly
to see what had happened,it was
the same guy who stabbed and saved
me i knew this was my chance for revenge
but decided not to act on hate so i walked out
to meet him but before i could a military horn
was blasted...the fight was on.

[Dynion Cryf]

Tahulu Takara

"Open Firing!" Yells the Latnyian. We all do, even without his commands. We take down the first line of enemy infantry cleanly. But then we wish we hadn't. Behind them several men are pushing cannons forward.
I look at Karo, and he looks back at me. We simultaenously sprint towards the cannon with our sitaras and eliminate the cannon crews. My warband follows me and we form a circle around the cannons fighting the enemy infantry every step of the way. Suddenly our Latnyian ally is among us, the enemy Latnyians do not know what to make of him.
"You must pushing the cannon wrong now!"
I am confused, but Karo gets it.
"Come on! Move the cannons back to our frontline!"

"Cover us!" We yell as the Ildryssan riflemen fire on the hordes of Latnyians trying to attack us.

We turn the cannons round and The Latnyian who Karo tells me is called Aaron, shows us how to fire them.
We decimate the enemy lines in gory explosions that destroy trees around us as well. Around us, the Ildryssan Riflemen continue to fire from their safe positions on the survivors of the huge blasts.
We are using their own technology against them.

[Latnya]

i am surprised to see one of are own
men fighting with the natives and hid
in the bush to see what is going on
as im watching i see the natives
turning the cannons round and firing
on us a most excellent move as i wait to
be captured i make a startling discovery.

[Dynion Cryf]

Karo Makaro

The cannons no longer seem to be working. Aaron says this is due to no more gunpowder. Oh well, I think. How many more Latnyians can there be left now?

I probably shouldn't have thought that.

[Latnya]

as more and more soldiers fall before the cannons
i simple hid and wait, for it is my son Aaron fighting
with the natives and after a hour of fighting my men
retreat with out me and i walk out greeting my son
with a "Hello there son fancy meeting you!"

[Dynion Cryf]

Karo Makaro

As this man approaches, I realise it is my worthy opponent of the sword, both Aaron and Tahulu's faces also stiffen with recognition. Aaron and this man begin talking in their own language, which unnerves me. Tahulu merely glares at the man.
I motion for the other warriors not to open fire. The Sun will soon rise and myself and the other warriors will run to Bari and get there in four days. Another small group of warriors led by Tahulu Takara shall help the wounded move to Bari and will take about six days.
It is up to the Latnyian to decide where his loyalties lie. Myself and Tahulu walk back to the main group of warriors to prepare for our journey.


OOC: Hope it isn't godmodding because I made Aaron and Stuart talk. I just imagined they would.