Union of the Seas: Eclipse- A Sea Peoples TL

Chapter V
Union of the Seas: Eclipse
Volume I- Origins
Chapter V

19 years, 7 months, and 1 days before the Cataclysm (19 PC)

"And no man would get in his way!"


Tudkhalias arose at dawn. The night had again been one of passion. It was fitting that his kingdom would be born as his heir conceived. He had decided to name his kingdom. He assembled the peoples of the town
"From henceforth, our kingdom will be named Enk----"
"oni!" An eager sailor shouited. Tudkhalias was dumbfounded. Enkoni actually sounded good. How simple it was to name it for the town, but it would work.
"Sure! Enkoni! Give this man some beer for his name of our great kingdom!" Tudkhalias roared. "One day this will be our fine capital: but first, we must conquer the world!"

Tudkhalias immediately worked alongside the men of Enkoni in the building of weapons of war. The smiths forged swords upon swords, and uncounted shields. Tudkhalias assisted in the building of mighty vessels of war, by which the vengeful armies of the sea would rain death unto the kingdoms of the world.

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(one of the boats being built)

The building of the armada continued and continued. The army and navy swelled as merecenaries flocked to their banner. It seemed all the warlike peoples of the sea came unto Enkoni. Tudkhalias promised them large bounties of plunder each, in exchange for their aboslute loyalty to him. The navy and army swelled and swelled. A month after construction began, there were 40 galleys. The army and navy had swelled to a massive horde of 40,000. This was an army worthy of any of the largest empires, and Enkoni perhaps quadrupled in size from the business.

"We will attack along the coast here. There are few towns to seize on Alashiya. However, we must keep it that way. Here we will burn everything we find! This is not one of the great places of the world. This will only be a base from which to launch our ambitions. Your desires should be focused at the great empires of the world. Mine are at least. Now, it is time. Tomorrow we will march and sail to the other side of the island and remove the one principality that has not already submitted. All the world will be ours!" Tudkhalias shouted. Meanwhile, that same sailor who knew all the languages translated it with several others into the tongue of each warrior. Tudkhalias thought to himself that one tongue must be created. This was too much hassle! These translators could be changing his words and speaking with forked tongue- he had to know what his people thought of him and they what he thought of them. At last, Tudkhalias lay down to rest, but Kiya seemed intent on telling him something.

"What?" Moaned Tudkhalias.
"Tudkhalias... I'm pregnant!" Said Kiya.
Tudkhalias had a smile on his face for the longest time. The love of his life had given him a child, and now an heir to the throne of his kingdom. It would only be a few moons before the child came. Their joy was inviolate that night, and Tudkhalias kept thoughts of bloodshed and war hidden from this happy time, at until dawn. The anxiousness to attack overwhelmed him- but he resisted it. Attacking at night was silly when they outnumbered the people remaining on the island by so many. His army would not fail.

"We march." Tudkhalias roared.
It seemed as if the Earth itself was trembling as the massive army marched down the coast. The navy sailing alongside it, it had reached the town by the end of the day. The townspeople had erected wooden staves, and many held spears and swords. Alas, that was not the amount of defense that could save them. The army crashed through the palisade while the navy sent troops in behind the city's walls. Soon the defenders were surrounded.
"BURN EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE YOU FIND THAT MOVES!" Tudkhalias bellowed.
The torches were thrown indiscriminately. The screams of the innocent could be heard for miles away, and the roar of the flames did not cease. The town burned until there was nothing left to burn. Ruins occupied where once had been life, and the charred remains of the inhabitants soon became a state beyond even charred, the bones themselves melting. The smoke went into the sky, and a layer of ash would surround the town for many years to come. The first victim of the Sea Peoples had been taken. This minor Alashiyan town had been wiped from the face of the Earth. The other cities of Alashiya feared this would come unto them.

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(all the wood left in the town)

A delegation from Alassa (1), the greatest of the Alashiyan cities arrived. They begged Tudkhalias to spare them. It was a most humiliating sight for these noble leaders of a once-great kingdom. Tudkhalias threatened to kill them unless they ceded control of the entire island to him. Their domains were all that was left. Thoughts of life overtook those of patriotism, and they agreed to this devillish bargain. Once Tudkhalias had gained the service of the Alassan army, he had the nobles killed, proclaiming the city "free from the treacherous rule of the noblemen, who betrayed you," in a cruel irony. Tudkhalias was now High King of all Alashiya. Next was the world. And no man would get in his way! The dawn of a new era was upon the world. The old systems would be overthrown and crushed under the might of the Enkoni Armada. Tudkhalias would sack the world. However, then he would restore, in his perfect image. Tudkhalias was much pleased by the success of this campaign, and it proved the strength of his army. He decided next he would seek revenge on those who took his home from him: the Mycenaeans. The hatred in him for them burned so brightly that he would not spare any he found there. They were uncultured brutes, and a threat to civilization. It was his divine duty to rid the world of them. He would gladly enjoy the slaughter of such monstrous demons. (2)

FINIS

(1)- Capital city of a once-great Alashiyan kingdom
(2)- Yeah... Tudkhalias present-day OTL would be diagnosed as having latent psychopathic and antisocial tendancies.

and as I promised...

Regional Map after the Conquest of Alashiya

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World Map after the Conquest of Alashiya

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NOTE: only major polities are shown. Pay no attention to that 2 AD number... I cannot mod EUIV past what others have made lol.

thoughts? Hope the maps are good.

 
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Crap. I will work on this.

EDIT: alternatehistory.com does not like PNGs. Use jpegs if possible :)

fixed it enjoy
 
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Union of the Seas: Eclipse
Volume I- Origins
Chapter VI

19 years, 5 months before the Cataclysm (19 PC)

"Would you see yourself in their position, spreading death and destruction unto us?"

The High King rose. The Mycenaeans had fought valiantly the previous day, but it was not enough. No force in the world would stop his armies. The peoples of his empire deserved better than what they had, and as their ruler it was his duty to get the resources they required to them by ANY means. HE deserved more. He was the chosen of the gods, picked to unite all the lands under the sun under one banner. There would be no quarter. There would be nothing left. Kretes (1) had fallen to the force of his arms. The village of Kydonia (2) once again was given a governor under the supervision of Tudkhalias. This policy would hopefully bode well for the future stability of his kingdom. A kingdom encompassing all the lands of the earth would take a bit more administration than Tudkhalias' old village. These concerns would have to wait regardless. Once again the High King hungered for the blood of the Mycenaeans. The memory of their attack on him burned with the force of a thousand suns. His blood boiled at the opportunity for revenge. That day he readied the men. They would march straight for the capital. Their path would not deviate. Anything that stood between him and the breaking of the Mycenaean confederation would be torched. A grueling march perhaps, but for his unborn child the world had to be made safe. This was the only way to protect his family, surely? Nothing else mattered.


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(Kydonia after the sacking)


The roar of the waves crashed against the ships. The sea was in great turmoil. The clouds on the horizon trembled like mountains in the sky, thundering down unto the water. Mycenae lay ahead. The men had developed a special bond between them by now, not present in other raiding bands of the past. That bond was the leadership of Tudkhalias. All against him had been crushed. He had never lost a fight, and had united them. He had made them the masters of Alashiya and promised the world for their loyalty. Every last one was unswervingly loyal. None had any doubts about his ability to rule all the lands under the sun. At last, they hit the shores of the lands of the savages.

The march inland was done with haste and vigor. Two nights later, the city of Mycenae lay resting. The men of the sea fell upon them in their beds, killing the drowsy Mycenaeans. The town burned for many hours that night, and the plunder was carried off. Tudkhalias had said that any survivors would be killed. For the first time, a young mercenary from Alashiya questioned him.
"My King, this is terrible what we are doing! You talk of freeing us from their attacks, and you respond in turn! Would you see yourself in their position, spreading death and destruction unto us?"
Tudkhalias stood, looking at him. Suddenly, he roared an unearthly howl, and ran the mercenary through with a spear.
"I AM THE SAVIOR OF THE WORLD! YOU DO NOT QUESTION ME! I WILL BRING THE WILL OF THE GODS DOWN UPON ALL WHO DEFY ME!!!!" Roared Tudkhalias.
The rest of the men shrunk back the rest of the night, as even his most loyal followers were doubtful of this display. Surely he cared about them more than to just run one of them through?

Mycenae was his. The entirety of the southern lands of the confederation had fallen to him. Its leaders had fled north. Tudkhalias would pursue them into the wilds beyond where any man had ever gone if he must- he owed it to the dead of Tarsos. Never again would anyone mess with those close to him. It did not matter how many lands he would have to bathe in blood. Tudkhalias had scarcely forgotten the tyranny of his former overlord Mursili II. He would pay for not protecting his citizens from these brutes, and for making their lives so hard. The gods would judge him with a savage vengeance for his transgressions against my people, Tudkhalias thought. His whole empire would be part of Enkoni. The rising tide of the might of Enkoni would sweep over and engulf the Hittites, Assyria, Egypt, and all others who DARED question his divine right to kingship!

Mursili still could not believe the sack of Tarsos. How was he even safe if such an integral part of his empire was destroyed? The army shrinks day by day, and the land dries up, he thought. Have I lost the favor of the gods? What unworthy peasant could have unrighteously usurped my divine right?

The kings of the world in that moment all thought much alike, excepting the one who would become the greatest of them all... contended, the High King sat.




1)- Crete
2)- modern Cydonia/Kydonia. Prominent city on Crete.


Apologies for the fewer number of images and high amount of just... thinking. Countdown to The Cataclysm hype? :p
 
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