Ali and the Golden Sun

Port Zeda

The Kalatians had been watching the Hamaians take advantage of what they assumed was them not wanting to war, this would turn to be a very grim mistake they would regret. For over a period of weeks Kalatianburg has been collectively closing the strait to Borea limiting access of the route, they had also took to hiding on either side of the Straight that lead to Vaarisvalla. “How stupid can these people be, las borgoaas imut ge fla!” They shouted as the moon started to rise and the night came about, “For Kalatianburg! For Nacato! For Zrei!” They shouted as the might of Kalatianburg hurled down on the Hamaians navy, the 29 ships loomed closer with the first two small frigates from the Kalatians being immediately sunken. They managed to disguise the ships by waving the flags of Staynish ships, the Kalatians lived for war and thrived off watching their enemy crumble to there feet.

Following the orders of Queen Saenz II her army was to lay siege to Port Staor. The strategically located city was heavily fortified and strongly defended by a large and well prepared garrison of Xagrurgian men, that the Xagrurgian were confident would hold out long enough to wear down besiegers while awaiting a relief force to disrupt the siege. There were several motives for the queens siege of Breda. Mainly because she feared the Hama would use the town as a base for raiding Kalatian Buton, the parts of That territory under royal rule would be better protected if the city were conquered. In addition, neighbouring towns occupied by the Hamaians would be easier to conquer with a foothold on that side of Borea.

The queen wrote in her diary “I will assume the undertaking for my own crown of Spandard, and am ready to pawn my jewels to defray the expenses of it, if the funds in the treasury should be found inadequate. We will win this war at all cost, and we shall never bow to a Yasteria filth” she was contempt on showing who is the dominant power in Borea.

Weeks before Xia Liang’s arrival to Borea
Wanting to ensure that the Hamanian governor will know that an emissary of the Xagrurgian government will be visiting him soon, the leader of the Xagrurgian Republic drafted and sent a letter to Borea through the military’s messanger service.
Xia Liang, after eating breakfast and cleaning himself, made his way to the Hamanian court, with the proposal on a scoll in hand. He eventually found the palace of where the governor resided, in all its grandiose glory.

Xia Liang was welcomed by the Governor’s Herald and ushered into the palace. Along with his retinue, Xiang met the Governor in the Reception Hall. There was a translator to help the two communicate with each other. The translator translated the Governor’s introduction as follows: “Peace be upon you Governor Xia Liang. Welcome to Ahamadu. I hope that you will enjoy your stay I our city. I believe you will find the lodgings we have prepared for you to be adequate. Before you retire to your chambers, let us eat and be merry. Your aides can take your luggage to your chambers”.

Xia bowed down to the governor and then spoke, “Thank you for your most warm hospitality,” as he motioned his aides to take his luggage up to his chambers.

The two sat down and began discussing the reason for Xia Liang’s visit.

“The purpose of my visit to the Hamanian province of Borea is to discuss the proposal of a coalition against the mutual Kalatian threat. They both have continuously acted in aggression toward our peoples and even blockaded a neutral city. They must be contained before we both get forced out of Borea, or worse.”

Rather surprised, the Governor replied, “The threat of the Kalatians, real or not, substantive or imagined, is not unknown to me. Their planned attack on Ahamadu, which it seems they recalculated and found to be futile and fraught with disaster, did not materialize. We are aware, however that Kalatianburg presents a real threat to the trade and security of these waters and we believe that they must be secured against them. What would you propose we do in response?”

“I propose we either launch a mass offensive into their western colony in Borea, or use our navies and blockade their cities and raid their convoys an attempt to starve them to submission.”

The Governor replied, "The Hamanian Imperial Navy has already begun an attack on the Zreian town of Vaarisvalla. We believe that the dark elves are in league with the Kalatians, co-conspirators against us, plotting various attacks. For that reasons his majesty, King Musa, honour be upon him, plans to invade the Zreian lands and attack Kalatianburg from the north. I believe that Xagrurg could possible attack them in the south. What exactly does Xagrurg desire in return for this action? With all due respect Port Stadr is a relatively small territorial holding even though it is a large settlement. Forgive me, but would I be incorrect in assuming that Xagrurg wants something more than that.

“My President proposes that we ‘split’ Borea in half. Xagrurg gets West, Hama gets the East. All of this is up to negotiations however so this might change as time goes on.”

“Interesting. Nothing is ever free is it? Very well. I have no authority to negotiate treaties on behalf of the empire. I shall receive a response from the King and inform you accordingly. Will that suffice?”

“That will have to do, I suppose. Do you know when I can expect a response back?”

“Only Allah knows the time and dates and seasons. With his will and by his help, I shall keep in contact and tell you before the fortnight.”

“Thank you for your pleasant reception Governor. May Xagrurg and the Hamanian Empire prosper for millennia,” Xia said to him and bowed.
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With the booming economy and looming threat of war on the horizon, Port Staor proceeded to reinforce its land walls while also further fortifying its walls facing the sea along with the creation of barrier chain made of giant wooden links that were joined by immense nails and heavy iron shackles, the chain could be deployed in an emergency by means of a ship hauling it which was to be used by the city’s coastal guard to hinder enemy ship movement into the cove. With a increasing population and the lessons learned from the previous siege, several aqueducts and cisterns were built throughout the city to keep the water supply flowing along with the construction of a moat. The city’s guards, bolstered in confidence by the construction of the new fortifications and new improvements, were pretty high in morale as Port Staor felt like an imperial capital, giving them somewhat of the feeling that they were at the heart of the Xagrurgian Republic. Their skills and confidence, however, would be put to test for what is to come soon.

The Kalatian ships arrived unexpectedly and began firing. The Hamanian ships fell into formation along the line of battle. The capital ship could only see three to four ships down the line, but the escort ships helped to coordinate orders from the capital ship to other ships down the line. The ships fired mostly from their port side while their bow faced south and Kalatians fired from their starboard side with the bow facing north. When the Kalatians first approached, the Admiral ordered the ships to fire blanks. The cacophony of sound and dust would create enough confusion for the ships to stretch the line of battle and convex its shape to the Kalatians to (hopefully) surround them.

While they could not surround the Kalatians (which were more numerous) it was easier for the capital ship to see more of the fleet and the capital ship was easier to protect as it was farther away from the main action. The ships at the ends tried to weaken the ships at the ends of the Kalatian line of battle and force them back. This would leave the central ships open to heavier fire on both arms of the line of battle. Hopefully they could narrow their fire towards the Kalatian capital ship.

The Hama would always have been at a disadvantage. Vaarisvalla was one of the most defensible towns out there, despite their lack of a city wall. They had chosen a poor landing spot - at the base of the cliffs, the soldiers would have to march half a mile west before they could reach the base of the incline. From there, they would have to march another half a mile east, uphill. The zrei would fight them every step of the way.

Two hundred men were assigned to various positions on the cliff. They were the zrei’s best sharpshooters. Many could boast hitting targets of over fifty yards away. As the Hama marched past on the shingle beach, the zrei fired, volley after volley. Many of the attackers had had shields, but none had thought to hold them over their heads.

The Hamanians foolishly failed to lift their shields above their heads and some of them died. The formations scattered and retreated near the base to regroup. They went in again and learnt from their mistakes. They packed themselves closely together, covering the flanks, front and top with their metal circular shields. They shot cast iron spheres packed with gunpowder fitted with slow burning wicks at the top of the limestone cliffs. These spheres known as grenades were a small incendiary device that caused significant damage and injury when it exploded in close proximity to objects, people or animals. They were shot using a grenade launcher. This was a cylindrical rifle mount that turned grenade into projectiles. Grenades could be sent over long distances and great heights. The face of the cliffs began to crack and become unstable. The grenades created fissures in the rock that caused the rock to weaken. Some parts began collapsing. Unfortunately, because the recoil from the grenade launcher was so strong, they could only launch 1 grenade every two minutes per rifleman. There were at least three riflemen in each group. That means that they could fire 36 grenades in two minutes and 1080 in an hour. Each grenade emitted metal fragments over a 8 metre radius. At 3 metre radius, the metal fragments were fatal.

The Hamanians marched half a mile uphill at an average speed of 7 kilometres an hour. In theory, they would get up the mountain in 20 minutes without resistance. Unfortunately, they faced plenty of it. In some groups, the top and front shields had to come down to give the rifleman time to pack the gunpowder into the rifle, deposit the spherical iron bullet, aim and fire. This process to around 40 seconds between each round. The tops were vulnerable to fire from above, but if the attacks were coordinated well enough, they could fire continuously while making counter fire difficult. The bullets hit their mark 30% of the time, putting at least 30% of enemy troops at serious risk of injury or death.

When the column of Zrei fighters was too great, the commanding officer order the troops to make way for the cannons to fire. The cannonman packed a packet of gunpowder into an opening at the top of the cannon, using a long rod to pack a wet cloth into the opening and down the barrel of the cannon. They would insert the cannonball and ignite the end of a long stick to ignite the gunpowder in the opening at the top of the cannon. The cannon would fire the 20cm diameter 5 kilogram metal sphere towards the enemy, who had a few seconds to get out of harm’s way. The cannonball travelled a distance of 300 metres, with a speed of 70km an hour. There were around 20 cannons, each with wheels, handle and steer so it could be moved by one or two men to a new position if needed, but it weighed 70 kilograms and was difficult to navigate in rough terrain.

Ultimately, one on one combat was inevitable. Most soldiers (who weren’t mounting artillery or carrying rifles) held a curved broad sword called a scimitar and a circular metal shield. They were trained in the Madulamin style of sword fighting, where the soldiers would use the shield to push the enemy or repel his attack, striking the enemy at the flanks or above. The scimitar was almost a metre long and double-edged so that it could cut on both sides. The hilt had a cover to protect the wearer’s hand, who wore thick leather gloves. They aimed to surround the enemy, the army tried to attack the flanks while the cannonfire blazed through middle, hopefully, forcing them back and leaving them surrounded.

Unfortunately, medieval weaponry had its problems. The recoil from the gun fire and weight of the rifle itself was tiring especially in a long battle of 3 to 4 hours. Those who manned cannons and handled grenade launchers faced serious injuries from careless mistakes and unexpected accidents. On average, 55% of the soldiers in the force had fought at least 3 battles. Of those who used artillery, about 50% had some experience firing the weapons, but only 40% were experienced at striking moving targets at long range (over a hundred metres). Hopefully the mitigating factors could be overcome to give the Hamanians the victory that they wanted.

Joint post for Ali with Rico

Port Staor, Borea
After weeks of caution and preparedness, the spotters along the coasts and lighthouse spotted the incoming Kalatianburg fleet and sent messengers to Port Staor on horseback as fast as they could. Once the city’s guards were alerted of the incoming threat, the city’s garrison quickly mobilized and grabbed their muskets, crossbows, armor, and whatever else they had in their armories with them and conscripted all able-bodied men to serve in the battle from the city’s population of 140,000. The drawbridges drawn back, the gates barred and shuttered, men positioned on the walls, and the fleets sent up spread out the chain to block the bay, this was going down in the history books as one of the largest battles in medieval history.

Kalatianburg was one of savagery and would see this as the greatest slaying in history, Nacato ships lead the way, they had all mind to kill the Xagrurgian but wasn’t sure what the Kuthern had against them. Regardless not one to be out savaged the Nacato 45 gun Frigate 10 all together started there bombardment of the naval fleet preparing for the Kalatian ambush unseen in the distance.

While Admiral Li Tang wanted to destroy the Kalatian fleet immediately, he knew from his previous combat experience with the Ethalrians and pirates that the 10 ships were simply a trap, a lure to the bigger, horde-like Kalatian fleet reported by the spotters along the coasts. He barked out orders to his second-in-command to signal the rest of the Xagrurgian fleet, all 40 of them, to line up and return aimed shots but maintain in range of the coastal defenses the city offered. Meanwhile, the men on the walls scanned the hills for any enemy armies, prepared to fight to the death.

The Kalatians had there own tactics when using the lure, to there advantage the owned the island with the town of Cryo on it, from there their ships could be constantly reloaded and food loaded up. Instead of appearing head up with the enemy the Admiral ordered 18 ships to join up on the 10 ships from the front and 27 ships to appear from behind encircling the ships. Meanwhile several smaller boats had been launched to meet up with the men went there during the blockade, in total 32,000 Kalatians were to march on the port and massacre all living creatures not deemed slave worthy. This trait of barbarism made the Kalatians stand out, they didn’t look at their enemies as humans but nothing more then crop In the field.

“Sir! We got 40 more Kalatian ships approaching!,” yelled the man on the admiral’s crow’s nest. The admiral remained stoic at the message, prepared to fight and protect the people of Xagrurg at all costs in the city. The admiral’s flagship itself was the XNV Glorious, the pride of the Xagrurgian Navy and possessing several prototype technologies and the best men from the service manning it. The Admiral, with all 40 of his ships, gave the order to fire a broadside at the Kalatian fleet, unleashing a hell storm of hundreds of cannonballs at their foes. Meanwhile on the walls, the men on the watchtowers spotted the marching enemy armies and alerted everyone on the walls. The commanders gave the order to fire at will, resulting in mortars, cannons, and muskets going off all at once. Assisting the defenders were the magnificently-made fast-firing muskets, containing 30 musket balls in each and permitted levels of rapid fire unseen of before. As the cannon balls and mortar shells flew, the men reloaded their muskets and prepared for the next volley, aiming up.

“Fire the guns, Destroy their navy! Xagrurg is a puny tiny baby!” The sailors chanted as they let off rounds of artillery at the port city and the ships, the soldiers waited until an opening was blown open to enter. Upon entrance, they received heavy fire from soldiers carrying muskets and other small weapons, the Kalatians sent in there brute soldiers from Latianburg who were built muscular and bred for war. They entered the homes snatching the women up and children’s killing the father in front of them before biting a chunk of meat out of the wife knock and eating it.

“FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!” a Xagrurgian infantry commander barked out at his battalion. 5 rows of 50 men fired in volley, the first row firing first, crouching and reloading, the second firing next, and so on. This proved to be highly effective against the infantry charges utilized by the Kalatians, until they actually got up close that is. The muscular Laitians proved to be formidable foes for the typical Xagrurgian soldier who fought with such ferocious vigor seen in the feral wolves of Yasteria and the Aurians of Gondwana. Several civilian patrolmen, typical commoners deputised and armed with a weapon and trusted to restore order as the actual guards were busy defending the walls, scrambled all over the city and were horrified by the war crimes committed by the Kalatians. Eating their children, women, and men, many were outraged and proved to further reinforce the anger felt by the Xagrurgian defenders against the Kalatians.

In one case, a Xagrurgian patrolman ran back to his house to see a Kalatian eating his family’s corpses. Infuriated, he hacked and slashed at the Kalatian with his katana until he was severely injured and on the ground, begging for mercy. He was about to finish the job until he paused for a moment and then said, “I’m not like you,” and kicked him in the head and dragged him into the street where he slowly bled out while the patrolman wept and mourned for his fallen loved ones in his home.

Admiral Li Tang’s flagship was battered, bruised, and even leaking, yet still fought on. The gunners worked tirelessly to load the guns, ram, and fire, the noise of the cannon blasts absolutely deafening. Several Xagrurgian warships were sunk by the Kalatians’ broadsides, but the Xagrurgians weren’t the only one with major casualties. Kalatianburg lost many of their warships on their reckless and aggressive assault on the Xagrurgian compound, some of them trapped by the chain and picked off by the coastal defenses, others knocked out by broadsides, or some simply blew in a spectacular fashion from hits to their gunpowder storage compartments.

An stray artillery barrage from a Kalatian ship flew above the walls, above the battlefield, spilled with blood, violence and gore, and hit a warehouse carrying gunpowder and other volatile ingredients, which exploded in a massive blast, sending shockwaves across the entire province. Many were knocked down by the sudden force yet got back up and continued fighting. But, the fire lept building to building, quickly becoming a massive flame hard to tame. The surviving civilians from the Kalatian raiders ran to the cisterns and wells with their buckets and threw the cool liquid onto the fires, hoping to temper the flames. The dedicated “firefighting” force (who in actuality was the city guard) was forced to be split on fighting both the Kalatians and the fires. Truly, this was a sight to behold from afar, a cultural, political, and economic jewel in flames. Before the flames were beginning to reach the Great Library of Borea however, several scholar-bureaucrats rushed to save several scrolls and books from the building and hid them in the secret cove used by the Xagrurigan Navy all those years ago and travelled through the underground catacombs built during the last devastating plague. If the city itself was going to be destroyed, at least parts of history and knowledge would be saved from the onslaught.

“Mankind in the aggregate, I have found to be brutish, ignorant and unkind, whether those qualities were covered by the coarse fabric of the peasant or of the fanciful and indulgent silk robes of a noble. And yet in the weakest of men, in moments when they are alone and themselves, I have found veins of strength like gold in decaying rock; in the cruelest of men, flashes of tenderness and compassion; and in the vainest of men, moments of simplicity and grace.” -anonymous scholar-bureaucrat survivor of the Siege of Port Staor.

The Latian brutes continued there onslaught but instead of burning the city down they left half of it standing including the Library, the onslaught of brutality continued to carry on in the other half with carcasses missing chunks of flesh from them raped women and dead children set ablaze. This was the true cruelty of the Kalatians they did not have respect for anyone against their motives, they would make them feel the pain of 1,000 Kalatian all because the Hamas raided a settlement. Out in the sea the Kalatian continued there bombardments wave after wave, round after round blasting there way through the Xagrurgians.

Filled with rage and anger about the Kalatian raiders, this served to only inspire more citizens, both men and women, to take up arms against the Kalatian raiders running through the streets. Many grabbed pitchforks, sharpened former brooms, and even stones to fight back, injuring several in the process. The bay, once a magnificent site whose beauty was illustrated in several paintings, was now filled with debris, smoke, and the smell of death as the naval battle raged on between the Xagrurgians and Kalatians. The Kalatians appeared to be becoming desperate (or emboldened, depending on whose viewpoint you look through) in their assault against the Xagrurgian coastal fleet, taking more and more casualties as the Xagrurgians fought back with their coastal emplacements and broadsides. Meanwhile at the walls, the defenders continued to pour tar over the edge which landed on the Kalatians, causing havoc. On the watchtowers, the crossbowmen, on the orders of their new commander as the old one died in a battle on the streets, switched from standard arrows to flaming arrows and redirected their focus toward the ladders bridging the moats, in an attempt to stem the flow of Kalatians into the city.

Finally, the rounds ended and the remaining forces fled back into the forest, leaving the ruins of what was once a golden jewel of Borea. The Kalatians leaving half of the city standing was seen confusing even by the commanders viewpoint, but the Queen’s orders were clear and there mission finished for now in the city.

With the city and fleet devastated from the attack, the Xagrurgians were going to be knocked out of the war for quite a while. Even though this was a pyrrhic tactical victory for the defenders, ultimately the Kalatians won in the long-term strategic aspect. The news of the Xagrurgian military’s failure was seen as shocking to many considering their technological superiority and military expertise, resulting in a wave of backlash from traditional military thinkers against the progressive-minded strategists who advocated mainly a focus on ranged weaponry and not enough on close-quarters-combat.

the King receives news of Port Stadr’s predicament

A messenger fast-walked through the quiet halls and under the lofty vaults of the great Red Fortress that was the centre of political power in the Hamanian Empire. He entered the King’s throne room, breathing heavily from all the walking he had done that day. He kneeled and apologised from interrupting the King. He said, “Your majesty, Port Stadr is under attack and the Xagrurgians have requested our aid”.

The King stroked his beard and looked at the messenger, asking him, “This is unfortunate. How long ago was the message received?”

“About a day, mine liege”.

“Then perhaps there may still be time. You are dismissed”.

The High Commander was summoned. He was instructed to prepare a force to liberate the city. A contingent of 20 ships of the line and 30 frigates was sent to the Bay of Port Stadr and would arrive in 3 days. A message was sent through various secret lines and channels to the Xagrurgians informing them that help would arrive in three days.

The battle of Vaarisvalla bay

The Hamanian fleet was outnumbered, but it was size, not number that won the day. The commander ordered his ships to fire at the escorts that were protecting the ships of the line. They sent hundreds, if not thousands of cannonballs at the Kalatian escorts.

Slowly but surely, the zrei began to realise that they were not necessarily the ones doing the hunting. Where the Hama launched their strange rocks, the ground shook and anyone close enough was pelted with cruel sharp pieces of debris. Where the Hama managed to get their cannons in order, the resulting blast would part the sea of zrei in a tide of blood. Although the zrei soldiers still outnumbered the Hama by almost three to one (not to mention the thousands of civilians), the situation was looking dire. They needed to play smarter, more defensively. They would keep their strongest at the front, trying to slow the Hama as much as possible, but this was only a delaying tactic - actually rushing them head-on was not an option, not with their weapons of inferior quality.

The zrei cannon operators kicked down a piece of fencing each from their two watchtowers - they were no longer firing out to sea, they would be firing west, at the advancing mass of Hama. They had eight cannonballs left - they sent two each towards the invaders, hoping that, at least, it might damage the Hama cannons enough to make them unusable.

The zrei soldiers knew the layout of western Vaarisvalla - they knew, for example, that adjacent houses often had connecting walls bridging the gap between them, effectively sealing off the street’s sides. They also knew where the walls were not present, and as such, a good contingent of around fifty managed to sneak around the sides, and attack the Hama column from behind.

The zrei archers leapt from rooftop to rooftop, sending volleys of arrows and crossbow bolts down onto the soldiers. The Hama had learned from their disaster at the bottom of the cliffs, and held their shields up above their heads, but every so often a shot would make it through. At random intervals, bezerkers would leap from the rooftops directly at the shielded soldiers - on paper, this would stun the Hama involved for long enough that the archers would be able to kill them.

The zrei leader paced nervously in his throne room. His advisor gave him reports of how the battle was unfolding. And although chief Zlovsky knew he was in the right in defending his homeland, and according to his advisor, his side would almost definitely win, he still did not wish to lose more men than was absolutely necessary. He had half a mind to walk out to the battlefield himself and try and arrange some form of ceasefire.

He peered through the window, staring at one of the nearby houses whose door had been torn off by one of the Hama’s grenades. Something had to give soon. Hopefully, it would not be the zrei.

And the ground opened up…

The Hamanians were advancing well on the city of Vaarisvalla. They were pushing the natives back and forcing them to act more defensively. There was no realistic way that the Zrei could repel the Hamanians. Eventually, they would be defeated; those who could flee would do so and those who remained would be captured. It would have been humiliating to have been defeated by such a primitive opponent.

There was a brief tremor and fighting stopped for a moment but resumed as intensely as before. As the Hamanians advanced on the city, the ground opened up and they fell in. The Zrei watched as a gaping hole suddenly formed and swallowed their enemies. The Hamanians were astonished as men, horses and cannons fell in. They ran to the edge and tried to rescue those who had fallen in…

Sometimes you gotta run…!

Luckily, at least for the Hamanians that is, the sinkhole was shallow enough to rescue their horses and men. They dragged each out as quickly as they could. The commanding officer of the land attack was unwilling to sacrifice anyone even with the threat of a direct attack or gunfire from their enemies on the other side. They managed to pull themselves out and retreat from the battle. They retreated to the ships. The ships were also finding the Kuthern fire to be too intense. As soon as all the men, horses and cannons were successfully loaded on board, the Hamanian fleet fled from the area and returned to the ports of Hama and Avania where repairs could be made. This defeat greatly damaged any chance of a westward expansion and humiliated the King, turning public opinion against the reckless expansionism that the government had pursued.