Post by Nemeas Sarka on Aug 17, 2018 14:13:48 GMT -8
The Sarkanian Camp
When the Sarkanian Kingdom and its allied cities were destroyed in a cataclysm, Nemeas, the son and heir of Antilochus Sarka II, was crowned the new King in an empty valley at just 16 years old by the remaining nobles. By the time a month had passed, Nemeas' camp had grown to thousands of tents as surviving soldiers and the remains of the Sarkanian people gathered around his standard in hope for salvation. But the camp was too large and the people too many for the ruined landscape to sustain them for long and as threats began to grow all around them, Nemeas made the choice to lead his people north.
That was over ten years ago. For over a decade the Sarkanians have followed Nemeas on one of the largest migrations ever seen; one hundred thousand civilians, children and warriors, along with all of their animals, facing the hardships of being thrust into a nomadic lifestyle in their search for a new home. Nations and kings have refused them, turned them away, used them as mercenary fodder and attacked them in open war as though they were nothing more than a barbarian menace - and through it all, the Sarkanians have persevered in the hope of finding a new land to call their own.
When the Sarkanians come to a halt, they pitch a great city of thousands of tents guarded by their soldiers as foragers and sometimes even raiders go out into the surrounding areas and gather supplies through trade, foraging or force. The Sarkanians may stay in a single encampment for months, in which case they will build temporary walls of wood around them for protection. Like a mighty beast, the Sarkanians strip their surroundings of what they need and then pack up and continue their journey.
The Kingdom of Sarkania was known for being rather culturally diverse, as in the past it either peacefully absorbed or militarily annexed several neighboring states. This can be seen in both civilian and soldier, with eastern, western, southern and northern people all joined together under the banner of the Red Lion. As a result Nemeas' soldiers are made up of distinct castes and types, each trained in the specific skills of their native specialty:
Current Location: The Sarkanian Camp is currently in a great open plain, with hills on one side, a forest on the other and a river at their backs.
When the Sarkanian Kingdom and its allied cities were destroyed in a cataclysm, Nemeas, the son and heir of Antilochus Sarka II, was crowned the new King in an empty valley at just 16 years old by the remaining nobles. By the time a month had passed, Nemeas' camp had grown to thousands of tents as surviving soldiers and the remains of the Sarkanian people gathered around his standard in hope for salvation. But the camp was too large and the people too many for the ruined landscape to sustain them for long and as threats began to grow all around them, Nemeas made the choice to lead his people north.
That was over ten years ago. For over a decade the Sarkanians have followed Nemeas on one of the largest migrations ever seen; one hundred thousand civilians, children and warriors, along with all of their animals, facing the hardships of being thrust into a nomadic lifestyle in their search for a new home. Nations and kings have refused them, turned them away, used them as mercenary fodder and attacked them in open war as though they were nothing more than a barbarian menace - and through it all, the Sarkanians have persevered in the hope of finding a new land to call their own.
When the Sarkanians come to a halt, they pitch a great city of thousands of tents guarded by their soldiers as foragers and sometimes even raiders go out into the surrounding areas and gather supplies through trade, foraging or force. The Sarkanians may stay in a single encampment for months, in which case they will build temporary walls of wood around them for protection. Like a mighty beast, the Sarkanians strip their surroundings of what they need and then pack up and continue their journey.
The Kingdom of Sarkania was known for being rather culturally diverse, as in the past it either peacefully absorbed or militarily annexed several neighboring states. This can be seen in both civilian and soldier, with eastern, western, southern and northern people all joined together under the banner of the Red Lion. As a result Nemeas' soldiers are made up of distinct castes and types, each trained in the specific skills of their native specialty:
- The phalanx of Old Sarkania hold the enemy lines at bay, outreaching their opponents with their overlapping sarissas and shields and nearly unbeatable head on.
- The heavily-armoured companion cavalry are considered some of the finest shock cavalry in the world, capable of utterly breaking through lines of light-armoured infantry even if at heavy cost.
- The nomadic light cavalry of the steppe provide a suitable auxiliary, simultaneously capable of guarding the flanks, threatening the enemy flanks and harassing the enemy with arrows. They are often the eyes and ears, and hold strict tribal loyalties that can often cause headaches for Nemeas.
- The Jianken are an elite class of infantry, long ago brought into Sarkanian society from the borderlands with the Eastern Kingdoms. The Jianken had their origins in servants of the aristocracy who were taught martial arts and swordsmanship in order to be used as slave-soldiers, but over time their victories and reputation grew until they became a martial class unto themselves. Known sometimes as slaves-above-slaves, Jianken can be traded and sold at will but they are forbidden by law and creed to be used as menial slave labour. Instead they are used as bodyguards to aristocracy, elite fighting forces or assassins. They are unusually loyal to their lords and spend their entire lives perfecting the path of the warrior. Many of these Jianken found themselves coming into the service of the Sarkanian royalty and Nemeas uses them as his personal guard in charge of the most crucial of tasks.
Current Location: The Sarkanian Camp is currently in a great open plain, with hills on one side, a forest on the other and a river at their backs.