December 28, Year 477 AVC
Chapter 1
King Zipoites grinned inwardly, making a real effort to mantain a solemn yet stern expression. Across the desk sat the Thracian diplomat, in the middle of an obviously well thought-out speech about how they could not tolerate the Bythinian people - althought Zipoites detected the unspoken "fools" in place of people - and they must go to war.
Trouble had been brewing between the nations ever since a Thracian spy had been caught, and betrayed his employer. This was the excuse Zipoites had been waiting for to attack Thracia, and he jumped on it by further spoiling relations through carefully planned "accidents". Believing they had anticipated him, the Thracians declared war first, which was exactley what the King had hoped they would do.
"Very well, if war is what your Cheif desires, we shall give it." At that the soldier standing near the door showed the diplomat out. A middle-aged man came out of a side room, grinning. Zipoites smiled back. "They fell for it perfectly my friend." Nicomedes chuckled, and sat in the chair the diplomat had just vacated.
"Indeed he did, and now we don't have to go through the bore of formally declaring war first."
Zipoites gave a sigh of satisfaction. "We've got work to do, I wonder how long it will take for Thracia to fall?"
"Not long Lord, the Thracian defenses are..... archaic." Nicomedes chuckled wickedly.
"Come, lets go. This invasion isn't going to stage itself." Nicomedes gave a start and frowned in mock dismay at his King's words.
January 4, Year 478 AVC
The army stood upon the white beach, armor glinting in the sun. Zipoites surveyed the army of Bythinia with a grim satisfaction. Nicomedes, beside him, did the same.
Zipoites sighed, and said, "Give the order to load the men on the ships."
"Yes My King," Nicomedes replied. He gestured for a nearby messenger to come, and told him to convey the board order to the men. The messenger grinned and saluted, then sprinted down to the beach camp.
As the graceful ships sailed from the harbor, the Bythinian soldiers cheered, for the Bythinian Standard was now waving on the breeze, the sun rising on the dawn of the day that would be later marked as the beggining of an Empire.
On January 5, 478 AVC, the Bythinian army set sail from the port of Hallon, to the roaring and cheering crowd. An army of 10000 soldiers landed on Thracian soil, the start of an Empire which would shake the foundations of even Rome itself. 5 days after the start of the invasion, King Zipoites first son, named Zipoites after his father, was born. All the people thought he was destined to rule Bythinia......
They were wrong.
Chapter 1
King Zipoites grinned inwardly, making a real effort to mantain a solemn yet stern expression. Across the desk sat the Thracian diplomat, in the middle of an obviously well thought-out speech about how they could not tolerate the Bythinian people - althought Zipoites detected the unspoken "fools" in place of people - and they must go to war.
Trouble had been brewing between the nations ever since a Thracian spy had been caught, and betrayed his employer. This was the excuse Zipoites had been waiting for to attack Thracia, and he jumped on it by further spoiling relations through carefully planned "accidents". Believing they had anticipated him, the Thracians declared war first, which was exactley what the King had hoped they would do.
"Very well, if war is what your Cheif desires, we shall give it." At that the soldier standing near the door showed the diplomat out. A middle-aged man came out of a side room, grinning. Zipoites smiled back. "They fell for it perfectly my friend." Nicomedes chuckled, and sat in the chair the diplomat had just vacated.
"Indeed he did, and now we don't have to go through the bore of formally declaring war first."
Zipoites gave a sigh of satisfaction. "We've got work to do, I wonder how long it will take for Thracia to fall?"
"Not long Lord, the Thracian defenses are..... archaic." Nicomedes chuckled wickedly.
"Come, lets go. This invasion isn't going to stage itself." Nicomedes gave a start and frowned in mock dismay at his King's words.
January 4, Year 478 AVC
The army stood upon the white beach, armor glinting in the sun. Zipoites surveyed the army of Bythinia with a grim satisfaction. Nicomedes, beside him, did the same.
Zipoites sighed, and said, "Give the order to load the men on the ships."
"Yes My King," Nicomedes replied. He gestured for a nearby messenger to come, and told him to convey the board order to the men. The messenger grinned and saluted, then sprinted down to the beach camp.
As the graceful ships sailed from the harbor, the Bythinian soldiers cheered, for the Bythinian Standard was now waving on the breeze, the sun rising on the dawn of the day that would be later marked as the beggining of an Empire.
On January 5, 478 AVC, the Bythinian army set sail from the port of Hallon, to the roaring and cheering crowd. An army of 10000 soldiers landed on Thracian soil, the start of an Empire which would shake the foundations of even Rome itself. 5 days after the start of the invasion, King Zipoites first son, named Zipoites after his father, was born. All the people thought he was destined to rule Bythinia......
They were wrong.
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