255 AC
Crownlands, Claw Isle
Claw's Harbour, the newly finished port-of-call on Claw Isle is bustling with activity today.
Castor Seifer Celtigar-Black, son of Lord Ardrian Celtigar and Lady Lucretia Celtigar née Black, is currently overseeing his household-guard, as they embark onto the largest and only merchant ship young Castor has been able to acquire, his first ship Castor'sCrab, a ship that will carry him to his first true test..
A test not only for him, but one for the heir's guards as well. The Crab's Guards, Castor's 'System-Forces, system-soldiers paid a salary or wage by the system monthly paid in Denarii..
Yes, you read that correct… Systems, salaries, denariis all good things, good things indeed..
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PovCastor
'Eighteen-hundred and twenty'..
That's the amount of Denarii I receive every moon, as a native of Westeros would 'dub it..
The good news, a denarii is a beautifully system-crafted and summoned currency that's a perfectly-round gold coin, a large gold coin of such purity and weight making it worth the equivalent of seven goldengalleons each…
Bad news, a single Tier 3 unit from the system-store costs at the least a hundred denarii each, a single War Elephant costs a hundred and sixty denarii alone, meaning I can't even afford twelve war elephants at my current rank…
My current Commander Rank, a rank I hadn't achieved until I amassed 'thirteen-hundred and fifty experience points, is called by the name Ensign, called that by my Last Knight System and myself of course…
'System' I thought to myself, conjuring a holographic-display, resembling a web browser to a standard looking text-based strategy game, one displaying all my stats as well as options to scroll through the system-store or system-tasks…
A screen only visible to my eyes, a screen controllable by mere thoughts flowing through my brain, invisible waves radiating from my head to my system..
[Name: Castor Seifer Celtigar-Black]
[Age: 13]
[Commander Rank: Ensign]
[XP: 1350/1900xp]
[Denarii: 112 (Income: +33 Denarii/monthly)]
[Salary: 1820 Denarii]
[Total Units: 27]
[Current Units: 3 Imperial Guard, 2 War Elephants, 5 Warriors, 5 Celtic Archers, 5 Hastatus, 4 Phalangites, 1 Princeps, 1 Spartan Warrior]
[Tier 3 Units: 15]
[Tier 2 Units: 1]
[Tier 1 Units: 10]
[Total Army Upkeep: 1787 Denarii]
[Current Task: A Crab's First Steps (Establish A Base on Crackclaw Point)]
"Fuck Yeah!"
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Docks of Claw's Harbour
PovThaneCeltigar
'Two-Years'
That's it, it's hard to imagine a port the size of Claw's Harbor took only two years to construct, bloody fuckin' hard to imagine it is…
'Concretes and 'cements, foreign and alien words my nephew throws around, whenever he explains how the harbour was built and what it was built with, anytime anyone asks..
And ask they do, every single day that passes by, someone new will arrive, asking how in the gods' 'tiny little cocks could this marvel of a dock possibly be built, in half the time and half the cost of other docks similar to it…
The crab will rise again, rise stronger than ever before, just looking at those Elephant beasts, makes me hope again…
"Nuncle!"
I hear the little devil himself, grinning as he strode towards me, wearing his exotic looking velociprey armor set as he calls it, carrying the elaborate and beautiful helmet to the set in one of his long arms…
The boy, if you can call him that with his stature, taller and sturdier than most men even though he's barely past thirteen years of age, just walking without a care like the entire world belongs to him alone, we are all just lucky to live here…
"By the gods uncle, can you smell that?" Castor asked as he approached, as he took great breaths in through his nose…
"I smell many things nephew, which smell do you refer to?"
I had to ask, cause I can smell salt, sweat, fish, all kinds of smells at the moment, made me wonder what he was getting at…
"The smell of glory Nuncle! Glory just waiting out there all defenseless and ripe, just waiting for me to come take her then fuck her, of course!" Explained Castor, before erupting in eerie and deep laughs…
My nephew smiled before turning his eyes to his ship and guards, he raised his voice and yelled, "Sure and steadfast!"
Yelling our house's words, erupting a chain of roar's echoing it, sounding off like a siege camp in the harbour…
"I'm off Nuncle, wish me good fortunes!" Stated Castor, before striding and strutting away, like a rooster ready to do battle in one of the gamblin' fights in Braavos, the ones where you watch roosters fight it out to the death, sticking his chest out with his head raised high towards his ship…
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Crownlands, CracklawPoint
Crackclaw Point, also called Crackclaw or the Point, is a peninsula in the crownlands jutting out into the narrow sea. To the north lies the BayofCrabs, to the south BlackwaterBay.
Maidenpool and Rook'sRest are west of the forested peninsula, while Dragonstone and ClawIsle are to the south and east, respectively.
Noble houses from Crackclaw Point include HouseBoggs, HouseBrune of Brownhollow, HouseBrune of the DyreDen, HouseCave, HouseCrabb, HouseHardy, and HousePyne.
The land is full of steep hills, honeycombed caverns, sinkholes, and black and green bogs.
Its pine barrens are thick with deciduous trees and evergreens like sentinels and soldierpines…
Moss covers ancient ruined strongholds throughout the region, with settlement denser along the coastal road near Maidenpool.
Past the limestone hills of the DyreDen are only streams and game trails.
Sometimes considered half-wild by other peoples of the Seven Kingdoms, the people of the peninsula are known as Crackclaws.
They descend from FirstMen who married Andals unable to conquer the region by force.
Every valley has a lord and all of them distrust outsiders.
Crackclaws defend their land by fighting in bogs and forests, they can retreat when necessary into caverns, to hide and bide their time to plan their next strike or ambush…
Andal invaders tried to conquer the First Men of Crackclaw Point during the coming of the Andals to Westeros, but the newcomers were defeated by their lack of knowledge of the area…
Eventually, the Andals learned that what they could not conquer with swords they could through marriage…
The Darklyn kings of Duskendale tried to impose themselves on the houses of the Point, as did the Mootons of Maidenpool and the Celtigars of ClawIsle, but all have been repelled to this day…
When not fighting would-be conquerors, in-fighting between the houses of CracklawPoint was commonplace.
Champions rising from local noble families, such as Ser Clarence Crabb, Crackbones, the Brothers Brune, and Ser Lucifer Hardy, imposed peace on Crackclaw Point but it never survived their lifetimes…
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EasternCoastofCracklawPoint, NorthoftheWhispers
PovCastor
After refitting and improving the ship, the new square-rigged sails giving the Castor'sCrab the ability to sail against the wind and improving the total speed of the ship, the sail from Claw'sHarbor to where I plan to establish a stronghold on CracklawPoint only takes two and half hours…
As we near the shore, I see tall pines thriving and stretching across the swampy bogs, there's a hill near the coast here, perfect for building a defensive structure upon…
"Waylon!" I bark out, once I snap myself free from the maelstrom of thoughts going through my mind…
Calling for my scribe Waylon Stone, the bastard son of my father's Maester, who has the privilege of being my hostage would be scribe after I acquired the knowledge of his existence…
"I'm here, M'Lord!" Shouted the young man who's only a couple years older than myself, as he answered my summons and came running towards me…
"Good man, let's get these elephants off my ship, before they fucking sink the damn thing!" I shouted over the noises of full ship, as the small crew of sailors from Claw Isle breath an audible sigh of relief, at the thought of finally getting these humongous beast off the ship….
Sending the wheels into motion, as the five light armored GaulishWarriors fan out, running nimbly and swiftly establishing a perimeter serving as scouts…
The few Roman units I have in my army go straight to using tools to clear land, to flatten a foundation for a temporary wooden defensive structure or fort…
I recruited a single SpartanWarrior, whom I have given the name, Leonidas. Who will lead my four SpartanPhalangites, heavy armored, long-pike carrying and tower shield toting infantry, ready to rape any so called knights of Westeros that are unlucky enough to face them…
I will need more than four in the future, but for these bogs and swamps four it's a good start for a small anti-cavalry specialist unit…
I looked down at my right hand and realize I'm still carrying a stool, I forgot I wanted to sit down and check my encampmentpanel while I watch these fucks struggle with my warelephants..
[Encampment]
[UnitName(Tier): (# Level Units Healthy)HealthPoints/Strength/RangedDamage/Wage(Denarii)]
[Infantry]
[Warriors(Tier1): (5 Apprentice Units Healthy)HP:95/Str:10/Rgd:0/Wage:30]
[Hastatus(Tier1): (4 Apprentice Units Healthy)HP:105/Str:12/Rgd:0/Wage:50]
[Princeps(Tier2): (1 Units Healthy)HP:155/Str:20/Rgd:12/Wage:82]
[Phalangites(Tier3): (4 Units Healthy)HP:195/Str:28/Rgd:0/Wage:100]
[Spartan Warrior(Tier3): (1 Units Healthy)HP:210/Str:39/Rgd:0/Wage:110]
[Artillery]
[Celtic Archers(Tier3): (5 Units Healthy)HP:170/Str:15/Rgd:80/Wage:95]
[Cavalry]
[War Elephant(Tier3): (2 Units Healthy)HP:260/Str:30/Rgd:25/Wage:160]
[Imperial Guard(Tier4): (3 Units Healthy)HP:350/Str:33/Rgd:33/Wage:0]
*In Progress*