Re: Fame and Riches - game started, AR-s coming in.
The hairy ones had sent their sellsword company across the river to claim territories belonging Machaka and their allies, by tradition. With no actual intention, nor will in that matter, to spark conflict with south-eastern neigbours, the monkey tribe, Johannes Kurkunkastaja was heavily troubled during his venture to the south, and made a decision with long reaching consequences...
Sometimes even the prophet leaves the capital of Machaka, and walks the paths in the jungles and streets of the villages like an ordinary man. Again, Johannes Kurkunkastaja had left the field army commanded by Mganga behind and hurried south under the cover of disguise to find out the truth behind the rumors.When the prophet arrived to the region, the locals didnt betray him, but wishpered their worries to his ear in secrecy. The mercenaries had slain local militia and magistrate without negotiations, and claimed the region to their masters. Some dauhgters were taken, and some loot too. Nothing too dramatic, if one would have asked the prophet himself.
"It is the nature of this business. When a mercenary, act like mercenaries do", he was thinking, but hold his peace nevertheless. However, this was too close, the prophet decided. Considering the relative strenght of the monkey empire, they should not push their borders so close the seat of Him whose name should not be said aloud. He sent runners to summon Mganga with his infantry, archers and spider riders.
The dawn was red, when the army arrived. Johannes was waiting for them and gave instructions to the commander. They should throw the mercenaries back over the creek, and hold their positions until further negotiations. Mganga stared at the horizon: "It is red as blood. The sky I mean. And blood there will be. Remember, lord prophet, one cannot wash blood away with water."
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