The Indigenous (Closed PT)

[Latnya]

i tell my father to follow us back to camp
and he does so with a rather nervous walk
i say to him" your not mad at me" he only replays
" of course not whatever you chose i shall also chose."
as we walk back we continue are talk and then using this moment
i begin a conversation with the man that stabbed me and saved me.

[Dynion Cryf]

Tahulu Takara

From what I gather, the Latnyian, Aaron Romulus is the son of the man who killed Mau. As much as I hate the killer of Mau, I am willing to be polite, because we're going to need all the help we can get in the coming war.
"Aaron. You and your father are not as fit as Ildryssans. Ildryssans can run many miles in a day, you cannot. So you shall stay behind whilst the majority of our warriors move forward. You shall help me move the wounded to Bari, we will need all the warriors we can get. It's a six day trek and we could be ambushed by stray Imperial forces. Do you have any objections to this?"

[Latnya]

i understood some of what was being said
and said sure to his request.

[Dynion Cryf]

Karo Makoro

"Goodbye, Cousin." I grin and say, as I say my goodbyes to the wounded and those who will look after the wounded.
"Goodbye, foreigner." I nod at Aaron.

"Men, with me!" I yell. "Make sure you have the weapons and provisions you need! We will secure Bari!"
I hear a roar of approval as we all begin sprinting to the south-west.

31st November 1905

Tahulu Takara

We begin marching due South-West towards Bari, at the very centre of Dynion. It is likely that we will meet Latnyian Soldiers, but hopefully not too many in any one place.
I walk alongside the stretcher carrying my father, Haru Takara.
"Father. We are going to Bari. There waits our army."
"It is as Mau would have wanted it." He whispers. "Dynion is united against the Imperials."
I nod encouragingly as he continues.
"You will lead the people. Not I. I could never have achieved this..." He gestures around wildly. "You brought them all to Bari. Ildryssans and Dynion alike. You have united us, and you will lead us. The Liberation of our land begins now..."
He lapses into unconsiousness and I move forward to talk with my old enemy, who I now know as Stuart Taff jr.

[Latnya]

"Hello there, i am not
the man you think i am though
i am Major George Romulus Aarons father."

i say to the boy approaching me, i ask
my son to translate for me,
he does a fantastic job of it as the
boy seems to understand.

[Dynion Cryf]

I nod. Obviously, I was mistaken.
"Are you the man I met in Churchtown?" I ask as Aaron translates. "You all look the same to me."

[Latnya]

" yes im the one who pushed
you out the window in your raid."

[Dynion Cryf]

"Ah, well then..." I turn and punch George in the face, sending him to the floor. "You owed me that, at least." I say, and storm off.

[Latnya]

i respect his anger,
but his punch could have been harder at least i say
to my son as im getting up, im ready for bed
this has been a long day

[Dynion Cryf]

2nd December 1905
Karo Makaro
Bari is visible in the distance, not because of the city itself, much of which is ruins from the old times, but because of the sheer amount of people there.
Even from here, I can see Ildryssans, rising tall above the shorter and stouter Dynions. I can make out the small renegade groups of Latnyians who have joined our forces dotted around the city and men of the smaller tribes which are not as renowned around the land.
I lead my warband through Bari. I discover that, alongside the many warriors, merchants have come, selling weapons. Prostitutes have come to pleasure the warriors before the battles. Eventually we meet with the leader of the Ildryssan forces and the leader of the Dynions. They are arguing, as they always are.

"Are you Tahulu Takara?" They ask simultaneously.
"I am his cousin, and this is his army." I reply cooly.
"Where is he? Is he dead?" They ask, panicked. They are much older than I am.
"No. He is two days behind us leading the wounded. He has named me as his deputy."
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Tahulu Takara

As we are crossing a river, we are hit with an ambush.
They aren't very well armed and look very ragged. I expect they were part of a larger force that was defeated and have been living rough since.
We lose two men.
Apparently, anyway. I was at the back of the line. George Romulus was at the front. I was told he led my men well...

[Dynion Cryf]

OOC: Bump.

[Latnya]

OOC: bumpith


IC: We walked in front of the army as scouts, me and my dad
we walked through the cold winter woods and made our way to a small clearing and while resting in the silent patch of wilderness, we were attacked by Latnyian soldiers and after a brief skirmish we won and continued are trail.

[Dynion Cryf]

4th December 1905

Tahulu Takara

"Hail, Tahulu. We are told you will be our leader." Says a grey-haired, battle-scarred man who I presume to be the leader of the Ildryssan forces.

"You have unified us, and now it seems you shall liberate us." Chips in a younger, lither-looking man who I take as the leader of the Dynion forces.

I nod and smile. "That's the plan."
Karo Makaro who has now appeared at my side nods also.
"He will."

We all clasp hands before we go our separate ways. Myself and Karo walk back towards our camp on the outskirts of Bari.
Karo looks at me for a few moments, his eyes suggesting a wisdom beyond his age. "You will liberate us, I'm sure of it."

I think of the times we spent playing in the fields, with wooden swords. I think of our adventures with the girls of our tribe. How we'd compete to see who could bed a woman first.
I realise that war has matured us both far too early.
We are both battle-scarred veterans of war in fourteen-year-old bodies.
"When do we march?" asks Karo, breaking my thoughts.
"Two days." I reply.
"The Latnyans...?"
"No idea where we are. We covered our tracks."
"This should be a great victory." He says, grinning.
"Not necessarily, but it will be a great battle, certainly. At least we have enough guns for everyone who wants them, now."
I realise that many of our men will die, die for me. I brought them here.

[Latnya]

We kept on marching me and my dad, it was cold out here in these winter months and we didn't know how we would survive and after much thought we decided to go back home to civilization and we set out to find the leader of this band to inform him of our choice.

[Dynion Cryf]

Karo Makaro

As we prepared to go to battle, Tahulu and I were informed that the Latnyians wished to speak with us. Tahulu was busy rousing the men for the huge battle about to take place, so I went to go talk to them.

[Latnya]

As we approached them i told my father to stay back in case anything.....violent happened. As i approached i told them "Hello my friends, i wish to inform you of something pretty important." i paused with fear but after turning around and looking at my father i gained some confidence back and told them "We wish to leave and return to our family in Latnya."

[Dynion Cryf]

Karo Makaro

I nod. "Well, fair enough. You were not loyal to the Latnyian army, why should you be loyal to us? You are free to leave if you can make it to the coast without being killed by the enemy. You might also want to steer clear of the Battle."

[Latnya]

"Of course thank you for your care." i nodded to my father and we put on our Latnyian royal guard uniforms and we left into the woods and made our way to a small town off the coast and waited for a ferry to come and pick us up.

[Dynion Cryf]

Tahulu Takara

It was about a day afterward that we marched North. Apparently, word must have gotten out and there was a fairly well-numbered group of Latnyians. They looked wild-eyed and angry but we knew that with an army as vast as ours we could take them.

It was then that I was told this was just the advance party.
The greatest battle in the history of Dynion was about to begin.
The Battle For Bari.

[Latnya]

The first party charged at the Dynionians, firing as they moved and in the back howitzers tore up and pounded the enemy position while 3 Gatling guns were set up about 21 yards away almost ready to unleash there barrage on the enemy. This was only the first party and there were 3 more left after this one, it was like hell one man told me, utter and complete hell.

[Dynion Cryf]

Karo Makaro

It was slaughter, but we had come to far to run away. I attempted to organize several groups of riflemen and get them to provide concentrated fire on the artillery if possible.
"Aim for the artillerymen, not the artillery!" I yelled at them, pointing where they should shoot.

Tahulu had his throwing spears and was launching them at the enemy infantry.
"First, they have rifles, so we take them. Now, they have machine guns and artillery. We cannot win, can we?" I whine at him.
He glares at me angrily. "You're my deputy, cousin. Who, if not us, shall inspire the men to victory!? This Ildryssan/Dynion alliance can only work if there are leaders to direct them. My warband is over here. Your warband is over there. Go lead them. Now. "

He reminds me so much of his Father, Haru Takara, who is flanking the enemy. To think he was once our tribe leader, and that we all followed his orders. How times have changed.
I draw my sitara and rush forward to slice at any enemies who dare attack my men.

[Latnya]

300 men die from this barbarian attack and it only angers them more to know that there buddy's died for this primitive tech, two artillery crews are cut down but two more take there places.

The artillery continues to try and push them back while the new Gatling guns start firing on the barbarians and natives, the infantry start firing and charging with bayonets while others flanked and tried to set up Maxim guns on the flanks.

[Dynion Cryf]

Tahulu Takara

As my warbands and Karo Makaros warbands began being pushed back by the relentless offensive of the Latnyians. I knew that it was time.

At the top of my voice I yelled "NOW, BROTHERS!"

Several hundred soldiers answered my cry as my father, Haru Takara's soldiers rushed the enemy from the eastern woods and the North-Eastern Ildryssan Tribes attacked from the west. Then I ordered my own men to stop retreating and push forward with everything we have. Karo did the same.
We squeezed the Latnyians tightly. Pushing forward with our spears and bayonets. There was surely only one way this could end.

[Latnya]

Many of the men died in this brutal counter charge, and the first party was clearly shaken. They had lost 2/3 of there original force and decided to have the Gatling guns and artillery start firing on there charging enemy's in a attempt to stop them.

[Dynion Cryf]

Karo Makaro

It wasn't fun, to say the least. We had all been prepared for heavy losses and every man in our vast army was ready to die for freedom.
I remembered Tahulu mentioning once that war had matured us too quickly. We were boys who had been forced to become men by this brutal war, watching my own men die around me, I felt like a helpless child again.
"What do we do, Karo?" My second-in-command asked me.
"We run forward and kill the enemy, oblivious to our own losses." I replied.

So we did.