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Entry tags:
- * npc: commander grothia,
- * npc: da'ud,
- * setting: hattin 1187,
- * tdm,
- achilles [fate],
- aloy [horizon zero dawn],
- angela zieglar [overwatch],
- arthur [inception],
- ashitaka [princess mononoke],
- chiron [fate],
- daenerys targaryen [asoiaf],
- diana prince [dc],
- eren yeager [attack on titan],
- henry cooldown [no more heroes],
- jacob frye [assassin's creed],
- jon snow [asoiaf],
- kate bishop [marvel],
- midnighter [dc],
- morrigan [dragon age],
- siegfried [fate],
- soldier 76 [overwatch],
- takatora todo [samurai warriors],
- yoshitsugu otani [samurai warriors]
THE SKY WENT BLACK,
WHO? Everybody!
WHAT? Agoge's inaugural TDM.
WHEN? The Battle of Hattin, 1187.
ANYTHING ELSE? Violence, as always. Please warn in subject lines for anything beyond physical violence, and move to a personal journal if things go beyond PG-13.
WHAT? Agoge's inaugural TDM.
WHEN? The Battle of Hattin, 1187.
ANYTHING ELSE? Violence, as always. Please warn in subject lines for anything beyond physical violence, and move to a personal journal if things go beyond PG-13.
FROM JERUSALEM WITH LOVE;
the horns of hattin, 1187: the holy land
read the jerusalem setting infopage
Your eyes open, and above you is the roof of a tent, a heavy woven material that blocks you from what must be an otherwise glaring heat that is beating down. Near you stands a man - you understand him, but you aren’t sure you are supposed to. Aware as you are that he is speaking Arabic, a trickle of words as he dabs water on your brow, that as you go to reply, you realise, you are speaking Arabic too. Urging you to sit up slowly, and now that you are awake -
“Good, slowly does it. You are meant to have heat stroke. Nothing sudden now. The Commander will explain it to you soon - in here it’s safe, no outsiders can come in. Check your BCE, it will tell you what has happened - ”
As he indicates to the small pack that seems to hold your belongings, he explains: you are in the encampment of Saladin, the greatest commander in all of Islam. He has been fighting the crusading invaders since the death of the Crusader King Baldwin VII. But one of the most important was about to start: you are here, at Hattin, though the enemy hasn’t arrived yet. Not that it means it’s time to rest: this is a war camp. There is much to do. Saladin runs a impressive army, and it wins by its discipline, no idle hands here, and for you, newly awakened to it, there is just as much to do. So enjoy the first few moments of reprieve, there won’t be much of it in the coming days.
MISSION OBJECTIVE
The forces of COST-- allied, today, with the armies of Saladin, though they will never know-- aim to win the day.
This is imperative, because Saladin's victory at Hattin makes his next victory possible: he intends to march on Jerusalem, long held by invading Crusaders, and take his city back. Historically, he wins a Hattin and at Jerusalem. But, the Regency supposes, if they could weaken Saladin in Hattin, perhaps even completely defeat him, he would not be so able to take the city.
Preserve the flow of history. Aid Saladin's army. Defeat the Crusader army at Hattin.
A MESSAGE FROM GROTHIA
>>@CMDR
@ALL I don't have time to explain right now, but the transporters have played havoc on the way in and we think that the - nevermind, the techdacts don't make any sense at the best of times. Your memory has been tampered with, one of the Regency's tricks, no doubt. Price for late intelligence, we didn't know until we made the transfer.
Short of it is, I put you all down as having a bout of heat stroke that knocked you out and that’s the story you need to stick to. Even if you don't want to trust me, you're going to have to follow my instructions if you want to live through the next week. We can do our reintroductions later.
Follow our instructions and we’ll all make it through this with minimal casualties.
Welcome back, soldiers. Good to have you with us again.
WIN THE DAY
MEDICAL
Help build up the army after the Siege of Tiberias.STEALTH
After this battle, Saladin's forces turn toward Jerusalem, and eventually take it from Crusader control. It's imperative, then, that Saladin's forces are strong, healthy, and most importantly, alive. This is war: there are a larger number of soldiers who are wounded and require medical care to maintain the numbers. Saladin's forces are lucky: their medics are some of the best in the medieval world. But there is constant need for more hands on deck to assist. Whether that’s holding down a soldier to cut off his leg - or dress a wound. Maybe it’s just as simple as a soldier that wakes up from his fever wanting water, there is always something that needs doing.
Sabotage the water supply of the crusaders.STEALTH
All armies march on their stomach, and in the desert, access to water means life or death. Saladin knows this, and the Crusaders are heading for the largest oasis between Jerusalem and Hattin to replenish their stores. Saladin has placed a line of defense at the oasis to stop the Crusaders. Some truly desperate Crusaders are risking death, attempting to break through the defenses in an attempt to get some water. Your orders are simple: no Crusader should be getting to that water.
You know what else armies need? Sleep. For those brave enough, its been encouraged to try and exhaust those Crusaders. Your orders are vague, leaving plenty of room for creativity: psychologically mess with them, mimic loud animals to wake them up, forcibly introduce these 12th century men to Cyndi Lauper at the top of your lungs. Whatever takes your fancy, just try not wake Saladin’s forces, they still need their beauty sleep. And most importantly: don't get caught.COMBAT
The Crusaders are here: fight them. Crusaders will in heavy chain mail into battle, often with a padded gambeson underneath them. Aim your weapons for the chinks in the points that quickly immobilize: the throat, armpit, inner elbow, inner thigh, inner knee. You will always want to aim for the veins and joints. This isn't about clean, this is about hard and fast. Battles in the desert are made worse for every hour spent in the gruelly heat.COMBAT / STEALTH
They fight with heavy sword and shield, and the metal they wear makes them more strongly defended, but also slower; they cannot mount their horses without some help, so if you manage to unhorse a Crusader, they must survive the remainder of the battle on foot. Often if you wounded a horse, it can kill the man riding it.
Medieval warhorses are huge animals that can do serious damage with a single kick; however, by Crusader tradition, many are stallions, which are famously willful difficult to control. Being thrown from one of these horses, especially in armor, is no small thing. This is where by contrast Saladin's army comes into its own. They ride a lighter horse more suited to this kind of warfare, and the cavalry works by spiking in quickly, reigning down an attack, then retreating. The Turks are famous for riding by, and shooting down arrows into foot soldiers before retreating out of range again.
Aside from the knights on their horses, keep an eye on hired mercenaries and others of all classes storming into battle. Watch out for crossbows: a single bolt can punch through thick metal, much less whatever you might be wearing. However, the shots take a great deal of time and strength to load, requiring the user to pull the bolt back while standing on the bow. The weapons are not stealthy, and striking an opponent while they load them is the surest route to victory. More traditional archers are far more difficult to defeat; though their arrows can't cut through metal, they can shoot from much farther away and draw another arrow ten times as fast. Other fighters charge in with cudgels, maces, spears, axes, polearms, and the fervent determination fanaticism brings. Do your fellow soldier on the battlefield a favor: try and take out an archer whenever you can. But for those fielding the arrows, don't stay put, they'll always try and take you out first.
The battle of Hattin is one of the most bloody in the history of the Crusades; famously, it is said that its outcome left the sky black for all the birds hungrily circling the carnage. Your job in this battle is twofold: fight to win, and survive.
Capture Guy D'Lusignan.
History dictates Guy D'Lusignan, current King of Frankish-ruled Jerusalem, is captured by Saracen forces, which later leads to Muslims recapturing Jersusalem from Frankish hands. Help the Saracen war parties ride out, make sure they aren't sabotaged, and attack King Guy's war party. Along with them, you'll find Reynard de Chatillion, another nobleman whose capture will herald a collapse of the Crusader forces. Medieval battle isn't like modern warfare, where soldiers fight on in spite of their leader's capture or death.
A medieval battle ends when one side gives up, or when a leader has been killed or captured. Capturing the heads of an army leads to the immediate death of the battle's morale and will to fight. To win the Battle of Hattin, it is imperative that Guy D'Lusignan and Raynard de Chatillion are captured, as they were in history.
read the jerusalem setting infopage
lust, fullmetal alchemist.
b. stealthd. asl haha and then what ;)
@LITTLEDHAMPIR
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@LITTLEDHAMPIR You've already lost me, I'm afraid, but that's not a surprise. An entire century wouldn't have passed without some progress.
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@LITTLEDHAMPIR Following that logic, I'd think us all very young. But it's no matter.
YELLS || B
Besides, causing a distraction should be much easier than extracting information from someone's mind.
Currently, he's sticking to the shadowed outskirts of the camp, intent on spoiling A.) their food supply and B.) their rides. But as he slinks closer to the tied off horses, he sees them already in an irritated state, hooves pawing at the sand uselessly. Seems like someone beat him here. ]
If you mean the horses, that would defeat the purpose of riling the soldiers. [ His voice is quiet as he gets closer, footsteps masked entirely by the sand. ] As for the soldiers, we're not to tamper too evidently. I'm sure you'll get your fill when the slow process of warfare starts.
SHH DON'T WAKE ANYONE UP
[ A dead horse is even less use than a tired, unbalanced one, with the exception of the meat they'd provide. But if they become "sick" later, rather than suddenly exsanguinating in one night, they might be able to circumvent even that. ]
But I suppose it wouldn't do to veer from our instructions, if what they've told us can be believed.
im doin my best here
Details are details though, and if there's anything he's good at, it's keeping track of those. So here they all are. Slogging the hard way. ]
I've seen enough time travel movies to know how changing things up could be a bad idea. [ Make too much noise in a dream too and it starts to collapse in on itself. ] Seems like you've got the horses restless. I'm gonna loop around and slice open their food reserves. Wanna come?
it's time to light up the diggy diggy dark
[ Despite any vocal or behavioral reticence, Lust is totally going to tail him to the food sabotage when he decides to depart, but first!! She steps away from Arthur with no particular regard and closes in on the horses, seeking whichever specimen pushes most intensely against its restraints. Her mind, unlike the numerous souls whose background noise is causing the horses to rebel, works just as brutally.
Instructions are instructions is fine for a human to abide by – by her own reckoning, in fact, it's ideal – but for her, that's just not the case. Instructions that merit her unquestioning obedience should be given by someone with the authority to command, the authority to create. Someone she's disappointed very severely. Someone who she abandoned without ever intended to. Someone...
Anyway. While her stupid self-important homunculus internal monologue is going, Lust reaches out as if meaning to stroke the horse, and suddenly it appears to have miraculously broken free from its tethers. With the bulk of her well-shrouded body standing in between Arthur and the horse, it's hard to tell exactly what she did, but probably she just had a dagger hanging around and cut some ropes, right? Either way, when she walks back, it seems she's picking up on the conversation precisely where she left it. ]
What did those movies lead you to believe?
light 'em up up up /fall out boy muffled in the distance
a.
"From this?" Eren asked, shoving an already damp stick into the man's mouth, taking note of the tears welling at the ends of his dark eyes. "Oh, definitely. It's not so bad."
By then he had already taken a knife to the skin of the man's shin and directed another assistant to prepare a tourniquet. "Really, this can take under a minute -- hell, it should be well under a minute if you do everything right." There was lots of blood on his hands by now, but he had made it to the bone. His knife was swapped out for a bone saw, and while it served its purpose, Eren continued to make small talk.
"Even someone like me can figure this out. It's a pretty simple process if you take it step by step." Before he knew it, he had made it through the shin, and all that was left was to come out the other end of the calf. "Just gotta take it easy and keep your cool." A wholly parted leg fell foot-first into a basket. "That's all."
It should be said that during this whole process, there was hardly a reason to talk at all, given that the victim-slash-patient here had been furiously convulsing the whole while, and loudly at that. What little chatting there was to have, likely, would have been drowned out by the rest. Not that it concerned Eren, who promptly tied all the blood vessels with a silk string and sewed the ends of the flesh back together, giving yet another amputee a nice stump to live with. That left only a good handful more to go. The night was shaping up to be a slow one.
"Hey, you did surprisingly good holding him down. The last guy I had managed to slip and lose a finger or two in the middle of it all -- the patient spit the stick out and went at it with...well, I'm sure you get the idea. Think you can do one more?"
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She watches Eren do his thing with a clinical expression, neither repulsed by nor particularly drawn to the process, simply noting the various steps he takes in silence. She could do it faster, but then she'd have to bother with the process of cleaning up the literal loose ends, which doesn't interest her in the slightest.
"I hope you don't think you can flatter me into staying here all night," she says after he's done, which is supposed to have the cadence of a joke. "Still... that's quite a picture you're painting. If it such a concern, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to deal with a few more. My hands don't slip."
Lust finally lets go of the man, wiping her own hands off on the fabric of his sweat-soaked tunic for a few seconds and murmuring a "shh" as she does it. Amazing bedside manner, ten out of ten stars. When she looks back up at Eren, however, there's no facsimile of comfort in her eyes, and certainly no levity.
"But I'll warn you now – if yours do, and one of them tries anything like that, they won't be leaving this tent alive. Will that be a problem?"
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That came out a lot more defeatist than he would have ever thought himself capable of. Considering that he hardly thought himself the most capable person around for this job, it was no surprise that he felt complicated about having to do it in the first place. This was neither the time nor the place to beat himself up over it, though.
"Look, just hold them down and I can do the rest. Real simple." He stared at her with the most awkward face he's made yet before turning away and calling the next person over. "No need to be a hardass about it."
That's rich, coming from him.
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Unless you've heard of the Carja or other tribes, 3040. But I at least feel the same way.
I've used something similar, but I could only really talk to one person. But I guess if we get to use it, we can also use it however we want, right?
oh god, only now do i realize there's no prompt c
@machinehunter Is it a common method of communication, in your own time?
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Nope. Long story, but the short version is that I found mine. I didn't even realize other people had them at all until recently.
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[Iskandar was not a man who was good at the concept of stealth. He was too big, too loud, too oversized in all ways for it to be something he liked or something that felt natural to him. Conquest was big and loud and flashy, something you hearlded from the top of the mountain.
But that did not mean that he was incapable of it. The act simply took more effort, and the effort was highlighted in comparison to several of the others involved in the stealth matter. He was in every way the great big oaf he looked like.
A great big oaf who, upon hearing Lust's thoughts on the distressed horses, was extremely quick to react:]
Absolutely not.
[Iskandar wasted no time in stepping out of the shadows, the instinct to ignore getting caught in exchange for calming the horses down.]
If there is to be a triumph, they'll be needed.
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[ She looks up at the newcomer with obvious, if entirely self-interested, consternation – though, to his credit, she didn't notice him until he announced himself, Iskandar is much too large not to attract some attention in conjunction with several agitated horses. Said horses will be somewhat responsive to efforts to pacify them, but never completely calm down as long as Lust is still nearby. Which she will be, until the precise moment someone does come to investigate, in which case this guy is on his own. ]
I'd rather focus on the people who need them now. [ She just... incorrectly assumed he meant triumph as in victory, not triumph as in dragging your vanquished foes through the streets in chains. ] Aren't they the ones we're trying to cripple?
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There. One down, many more to go.]
As would I. Individuals like you and myself likely would do better in this fight if we have horses. Picking the right time to steal them is important, and we can't ride a horse if you've killed it for making noise.
[Grand Theft Equine is not the ultimate goal here. Or even a side goal. But Iskandar knows the needs of an army and knows them well. Horses are a battlefield advantage, even if they require an increase in supplies and thus the military budget. Better to feed horses then have to replace dead soldiers.]
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@LUST pretty sure the purpose of this connection is requesting nudes so ur doing fine so far
@LUST its 2015 and as far as advanced is concerned it really depends on ur arms dealer
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[ SHE'S NOT TOUCHING THE NUDES PART not least because the first place her mind goes is literal paintings ]
@TRENTCOAT The dependence of technology on who one knows, that is. In the countryside, they've barely moved past horsepower – though that's hardly relevant to you.
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@LUST and fuck is there a lot of sun here
[PROBS FOR THE BEST considering Midnighter's still laboring under the assumption he's flirting with a guy.]
@LUST u never know about something until it comes crashing thru ur window
@LUST most ppl where im from have never heard heard of teleport tech but its how i get around
@LUST all a matter of perspective
@LUST but i know what u really mean. were definitely beyond knights in shining armor. most places dont need horses
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I think the year had been 2012. But I come from a time long before that.
I pity you if you have as well, because advanced technology like this is hard to get used to. Luckily, I never had to learn.
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And we're lucky enough to be working on a stage set centuries before my time... if one can call this luck. What does that mean, if I may ask? That you "never had to learn."
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I can drive a car, too. Not that I've had the chance to, yet. I just know I could.
I imagine if you come from a time long before the "new age" of technology, you wouldn't even know what a car is, though.