Tales of TanCred; The Formation of a New Nation (Part II)
The main hearth was set alight and the storyteller got on his feet, feeling lighter than air. Meaning the Lubricators worked and that the first...
BANG, a smoke bomb cast a darker greenish-blue hue about the room. A sense of country and then there was an uncertainty about the way the colors mixed. "You see," the Storyteller began, "The news of the King's death was heavy the day after a huge and lifestyle saving victory. The King was valiant and fought bravely. It was said he lead the victory at the eastern gate, which was crucial to the victory over the Satjons. It was also said that he held the western gate breach with but a handful of horsemen. That he slew over a hundred men at the final stand within the Royal Square." Gasps rose up from the new tavern crowd, King Jovinous of the 3rd age (Y43 - Y78) was an impressive king who expanded a single territory of Fraunki into three. Stretching up to the coastal regions in the north, opening trade and commerce which made his people rich and his armies vast. " You see he died from
"You see," the Storyteller began, "The news of the King's death was heavy in the hearts of the hearts of the cities patrons on the day after a huge and lifestyle saving victory. The King was valiant, confident in command of the city defenses, and fought bravely." The Storyteller got really excited about this next part. "It was said he led the stand at the eastern gate, which was crucial to gain victory over the Satjons. It was also said that he held the western gate breach with but a handful of horsemen and archers. That in the end, he slew over a hundred men at the final stand within the Royal Square."
Gasps rose up from the new tavern crowd, King Jovinous of the 3rd age (Y43 - Y78) was an impressive king who expanded a single territory of Fraunki into three. Stretching up to the coastal regions in the north, opening trade and commerce which made his people rich and his armies vast.
"You see he died from two arrows, it took the two to pierce his iron heart. They say General Jhojan of the Tancred witnessed his death and in his blinded tear streak fury killed over a hundred men to get to his friend."
The Storyman looked over the steady gazes and decided upon a course of telling the story. "The Kingdom was in chaos, Jovinous had no legitimate children for the succession. Not for the lack of trying, mind you. More so that he had a multitude of uninterested daughters, none of which wanted to rule. This led to a mad squabble, who was to be king?"
"It took General Jhojan to get to a priority of things straight, amidst the squabble a the royal court. He spoke to the men at large, 'I believe we should put aside this talk of crowning someone and finish what we need to in order to secure the southern portion of the Kingdom. The Satjons have moved on, but so have they duped us in the past and this will not be allowed to happen again. The Tancred will march out onto Roay fields and officially rid our kingdom of these rabbles of men, those who wish to defend our homeland and not scrape at the scraps, while scavengers lurk about. WHO's WITH ME!' He roared to which his men and those in agreement 'Ahoo! Ahoo!'
The General fell to one knee just then, the day after the victory at Fraunki. A wound had bled through one of his poorly self-wrapped bandages. His 2nd General, Marcuui, grasped him by the arm attempting to give the legend support. A capable commander in his own right, but that is another story to be told." The Storyteller laughed, he could tell story upon story upon story.
"This led to a simple exchange, General Marcuui was to lead the Tancred army and Captain Furtius was to march with the Riverbridge men and return to the fort after confirmation of the Satjon retreat. The eastern gates opened with a bang, ash falling from atop the large battle hardened double doors. Proud men stood upon them, calling themselves the Eastern-Gates-Defenders or EGD men for short. The Armies rode out onto the Roay fields that still strewn about with the bodies of the dead. Many carrion birds dotted the battlefield, no doubt pecking eyeballs out from the dead." This caught some of the tavern listeners off guard and made some of them squirm in their seats.
This caught some of the tavern listeners off guard and made some of them squirm in their seats.
"The Riverbridge men marched out and secured the last holdings from the Tancred-Riverbridge advance into Fraunki, which was on the eastern edge of the fields. While the Tancred under the command of General Marcuui marched along the newly hardened earth along the southern border of the Roay fields. They marched slowly until coming together at the split in the Dire and Easter forests. Signs of the Satjon armies presence lay about everywhere in the form of discarded items, left clothing and fineries, amongst tents still standing and toppled over. Dead lay about the camp, discarded. A horrid sight, an obvious sign of a hasty retreat.
This put the Captain to thinking, 'We should call this new pathway, the Satjon Road,' Captain Furtius jested to his colleague General Marcuui, 'Simply put, we'd name it so because of the sheer number of Satjons it took to march on here and create this path. This could be a road to ruin or one of victory, either way, history will remember this fight and our heroism.'
'Naturally, just look at all the scribes we've picked up?' The General remarked, gesturing with his left hand. His gauntlets of red and gold shined bright in the midday sun, intricate borders of green vines about the gold and red. There were nearly a hundred scribed, poets, historians and the like all scrambling about, alongside the armies in the hopes of capturing history as it happened. It made for a hilarious sight. Not to be outdone by the shock at finding an entrenched Satjon army at the southern border tree of the Easter forest.