Post by James on Jul 7, 2012 17:24:17 GMT -5
the Stallion that Mounts the World
A Godly Creation
The histories of the great Mongolian powers have been passed down from father to son for many generations. Many know of the Feud of the Families. Even more can tell stories of the Grand Alliance of the Cities. All know and rejoice of the great war waged against Alexander the Watcher. These histories are not forgotten.
The early history of our proud lands, though, is shrouded in myths and legends. Some say, which I am prone to believe, that the First Khan was a god descended from the Mountain. He bred with humans and gave birth to the family, Batkhuyag. These great warriors wandered through the wilderness, far from the Mountain, and came across another family.
The Oyunsetseg Family haboured no godly blood in their veins. But they were wise, and well-liked by the other communities of our people. Together, the two families formed an unlikely alliance. The Batkhuyag family needed acceptance and trust from the rest of the Mongolian people. The Oyunsetseg needed protection from the harsh world. They both found what they were seeking.
Two years after this alliance, an agreement was reached. The Batkhuyag warriors would continue to explore the world and feed their godly appetite for war. The Oyunsetseg would build a great city for the Mongolian people to flock too. Together, they would mount the world.
Karakorum was founded.
The Spilling of Blood
The Batkhuyag warriors headed west, traveling across plains, hills and a long, stretching river. Their courage was undaunted. It is said that while they were offered the comfort of a city life; the women and children joined their men on the march. Where husbands and fathers went, then so did wives and sons and daughters. Only the very sick and very old were left behind in Karakorum. Little did the great Khans of the Batkhuyag know how much trouble that would later cause.
It was not long beside these strong people discovered that they were not alone in the world. They knew that other Mongolian had turned down their offer of leadership and hid in the outlying lands. But here they discovered a new people, not too dissimilar from the Oyunsetseg family: wise, peaceful and weak. Their leader came out and greeted them. He called himself Gandhi. The warriors were unsure whether the term was a name or title.
Batkhuyag warriors waited restlessly against the borders of the city Delhi. A Conference of Arms was called to decide on their course of action. The warriors didn't fear the Indian people themselves, but the walls of Delhi was high and strong. It was decided to leave the Gandhi and his people. For now.
And so the march continued westward, finding terrain similar to what they had already discovered. Grassland and plains fighting for dominance between forests and hills. It was not surprising that some believed that the world must have just stretched on in similar fashion for all of eternity. The sea changed that. After several years of travel, the Batkhuyag discovered the wide, expansive ocean facing them. It was like the water that Karakorum was guarded by: salty, choppy, impassioned.
With the seas came another discovery. Pinned against the dangerous blue divide, their line of retreat lost to them, stood a tribe of Indian warriors. Against them, fortified in the hills, was one of the Mongolian families that refused to yield to the Batkhuyag rule.
Our warriors smiled. They had a chance to right a wrong and send a message to all other non-conforming families. Yield or die. Before the godly, Batkhuyag warriors could attack, though, the Mongolian barbarians charged at the Indians force. The sea filled with blood. When the barbarians fell back to their camp upon the hill, both sides numbers were greatly depleted.
The Khan of the Batkhuyag did not think twice. His warriors swung around and took the Indians by surprised. Their flank exposed and their warriors tired, they fell to Mongolian swords. They were slaughtered. Enthused by this victory, bloodlust taking whole, the Khan then led his men up the hill and savagely struck down his former people. One by one they attempted to flee and one by one they were killed. Within a single day, the Batkhuyag had won two great victories.
Our great warriors did not survive untouched. Many of the Batkhuyag lied dead with their fallen enemies. However, the children who had set out with them from Karakorum were now grown. They had experience battle and would be trained. The tribe would not lay weak for long. But now, they knew. They knew they were stronger than any enemy could face.
Eventually, it came to be revealed that at least one scout had fled from the Indian camp upon the day of the slaughter. A representative of the Gandhi came to the Batkhuyag family that sat within their former enemies' camp. Please, he begged. Let us not fight, he plead. Have my gold, he whined. The Khan of the Batkhuyag laughed. He took the gold and whispered kind words in the representative's ear. There would be peace.
Once the representative left, the laughter began. The Gandhi was funding his own doom. He was equipping the army that would destroy his city. The Khan of the Batkhuyag sent word and gold back to Karakorum. Prepare him an army of men. Delhi would fall.