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[attr="class","enc_broadevent"] [attr="class","enc_broadeventimg"] Take Up ArmsEvent - JudeaRumours have reached the ears of Greek military officials that war is coming. A less than satisfactory meeting with a Egyptian embassy was held in Taengea just a week ago and Judea wait with bated breath. If Egypt decide to declare war on Greece, the Taengean forces in Israel must be ready to respond with immediate effect. As such, the men have begun to make encampments outside the Israeli city walls. Whilst their wives, children and homes remain inside the city, in their allocated quarter, if the Egyptian soldiers of the south-west are due to approach, the Taengeans, with their small supervisory unit would need to be ready within the hour. As such, all able bodied men are now to set up camp, as if miles away from their homes, just outside the walls, where they can rally at a single call of the horn and the gates of the city can be sealed shut to protect those within...
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Alexios had scant returned from Taengea when word arrived of Egypt's peril made manifest, jaws opening as if to swallow Judea whole. Quickly, word was sent to make ready; even requiring the unorthodox decision to ready men outside the walls, garrisoned as if they were on a battlefield rather than in the shadow of their own homes. But then, any day this could become a battlefield ... and if that moment arrived Alexios styled Afrikanos would not be found unawares.
He made regular visits back into the city to ensure its defenses and preparations for a potential siege were proceeding apace. Food and water had to be stockpiled, any weaknesses in the walls repaired, barricades prepared to be deployed in the streets at swift notice and an understandably restless populace put as much at ease as possible.
The latter had brought him in today, dressed in gleaming armor denoting his command status, a white tunic edged in scarlet beneath. A beacon of Taengean resolve, he stood in the central marketplace, a picture of confidence to quell Israel's uncertainty. No hint of unease found home on his face, buried as it was beneath stoic determination. One of his lieutenants approached, bringing news of some recent developments. "Very good, Petros," he replied, nodding firmly and patting the man on his shoulder. "Tell the blacksmiths we'll need as much effort as they can spare for the forging of new blades and arrow heads. And we'll pay handsomely for it, too. This fight involves us all, Taengean and Judean alike. Egypt threatens us both and we must stand together or we'll hang separately at the gallows."
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