Tales of TanCred; The Formation of a New Nation (Part III)
"Battle formations!' called out the General and Captain in unison. The battle lines were simple, three companies along the vanguard shield wall consisted of two contingents of spears on the flanks of the point of a sword. Swordsmen held the middle, while the 5 divisions of archers lay waste to the enemy from behind the security of the shield wall. The militia was then split in two in order to secure the flanks of the spears and keep the archers guarded against any sweep maneuvers from enemy cavalry. The General's paladin guard and 100 light cavalrymen rode a short distance behind the front line; the horsemen were positioned just so, in the case of any sudden moves by the Satjon forces. This move was so any attack could be countered swiftly. 'Archers!'
The battle was quick, do to a large number of archers, the Fraunki defenders made swiss cheese of the Satjon defenses and inflicted massive casualties. All while every Tancred and Riverbridge man remained untouched by Satjon blades. Volley after volley rained down on the battered shields of the Satjon army, they fled after the 7th volley. Unable to devise a plan to counter the General's battlefield strategy. Thousands stood this small line in the dirt, now only a hundred or so ran into the south. The Kingdom had officially freed itself from the invaders, General Marcuui set the Tancred to building a fort at Bordertree. There would be a fully capable force of men, similar to the army of those at Riverbridge, to man the new fort. In the hopes of preventing another incursion upon the city of Fraunki. The General had to return to the political squabble, no time from supervising the construction of a new fort. This he left to 3rd General in command, Adalwulf, who recruited a few of the builders that worked on the Fort at Riverbridge.
The Kingdom had officially freed itself from the invaders, General Marcuui set the Tancred to building a fort at Bordertree. There would be a fully capable force of men, similar to the army of those at Riverbridge, to man the new fort. In the hopes and anticipation of preventing another incursion upon the city of Fraunki.
The General had to return to the political squabble, no time from supervising the construction of a new fort. This he left to 3rd General in command, Adalwulf, who recruited a few of the builders that worked on the Fort at Riverbridge. 'Sir, we will work diligently, but solidly! Sir!' responded the appointed commander.
Captain Furtius said his farewells and along with the Riverbridge men, returned home. To where this whole thing started. He knew nothing of politics, nor did he care for the inner workings of the royal governing. No, like his men, the prospect of a warm meal from their kitchen, a bath, and nice bed to sleep one won over the bickerings of so-called important men. That isn't to say that some men stayed behind, craving something away from the north. It was upon hearing a rumor of southern expansion that gave many Riverbridge men pause and eventually deciding to stay put at Bordertree.
Watching the Riverbridge men march north was a finality for the General, riding solo back to the Capitol he stopped to observe the fields. The events that transpired there over the past week, the fighting, the death, the doom, and the shred of hope. He turned his mount and rode up to the eastern gate. Many of whom witnessed the battle from afar, an archer's voice called out, 'Our boys did us proud, gosh darn it!' Marcuui simply responded with, 'That they did, good sir. That the archers did.'
"The scene at the royal court was chaotic," The storyteller transitioned into the next day, everyone acted with a sense of anticipation. Not many knew the history of their own kingdom and learning about the transitional period at the end of the 3rd Age when Fraunki became the Kingdom of Tancred.
"Many, as an understatement, of the noble houses showed at royal court claiming a right to the throne. Some even had paper forged that was made to prove family heritage, others said they would fight for it and drew swords. Blood spilled was not a priority, as thankfully the Tancred forces had stayed to maintain the peace of the Kingdom. The city of Fraunki being the Capitol a symbol of the Kingdom.
Deliberations took weeks, sorting out false claims had taken months. There were, as I had before mentioned, many noble families claiming they should sit upon the throne. It came down to a vote, the three highest officials of the senate, along with the three lowest, and General Jhojan for his stature gave him right to be the tie breaker. if needed. This would give them the next King, there were four families to consider." The storyteller rambled off four fancy sounding names when in truth all the senator voted for Jhojan. This was a spicer way of telling the story. "There was a clear split," The storyteller continued after taking a long draw from his pipe and giving a short cough, catching the audience's attention, "There was 2 for the Joiz family, 2 for the Jokitic family, and 2 for General Jhojan. As the final two votes were uttered, the room exploded into talk and another bout of chaos ensued. Some men began to draw swords in outrage calling out, 'This is rigged! How can a man be the tie-breaker vote and be considered for the Kingship!?' There were good few that agreed with this type of thinking, finally Jhojan had enough.
'SILENCE!' He bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. 'Men, hold these men back. I vote for myself.'
This created tension, the men with swords drawn looked frightened. Many others in the room looked frightened as well. The Tancred men applied light pressure spears at the ready, but upward in non-threatening position but pushed the crowd back away from the throne upon which the General had been sitting.
'Or I will give my vote up to the people, for I believe that everyone should have a voice in the development of this new nation.' These words hit home, the entirety of those present. Including, the soldiers present and his fellow candidates. A man called out, the voice from before but with a different tune. "I vote for the General!'
'To King Jhojan! Long live the King!'