Altan The Golden - Ghost of Tsushima SI

[VictortheMonarch]

Komodo Beach was a somber sight of what was to come. The battles, the violence, the death. I was no stranger to it, my father had ensured that enough. Taking me on the Conquest of Goryeo, we visited death quite often, more than nought visiting it upon others.


Still, I felt somewhat apprehensive about this invasion. It may have been nearly twenty four years since I was ‘reborn’, but I could never forget a game like ‘Ghost of Tsushima’. It was a favorite of mine, the perfect symbolism of what a Singleplayer game should have been. It may have had a few problems, but that was neither here nor there. Besides, what would it matter now? I was in the game, or at least it's universe. I was surprised when I died, I hadn’t expected to slip into the darkness in my sleep, especially not to be reborn as the game's main antagonist; Khotun Khan.


Really anyone would be surprised, but if anything it was nice. Being the nephew of THE Khagan of Yuan had its perks. I got almost anything I wanted. Of course it had it’s limits, interacting with those beneath my station was restricted. Mostly by Uncle, he didn’t want a repeat of my parents relationship, once even ordering my guards to beat me near to death for merely gifting my favorite servant with a jade ring.


He was rather incensed by my fathers marriage to my mother, who was an all too peculiar sight in an Asian court. Typically you would only see Black and Dark Brunette hair in the asian courts, but my father had taken and married a Russian woman, a Blonde, Blue Eyed, Peasant Russian Woman he fell in love with. Of course I was still vastly different, with a prominent nose, sharper features, blue eyes and blonde hair. Why I looked more European than Mongolian, save for the tan tone of my skin and a few other minor details.


Of course that could be overlooked by my Uncle Kublai, if it were not for my faith. My uncle was a Buddhist, and father held to Tengrism. But both I and my mother were fervently Orthodox Christians. So much so that we even had a few priests with us. Several of such committed to prayer rights of a group I founded and personally financed; the Riders of Yesüs. At first there were about twelve in the group, but with Father Basil out and about preaching out and about, there were plenty of conversions. So much so that there was about three hundred in my group now.


“Altan, are you ready for this?” to my left, Jianxi, my loyal friend asked. He was a Han man who had proven time and time again his loyalty to me, part of the reason why he was my hand in the affairs of the Riders. He was apart of the original twelve and had been with me since I turned eleven, being the son of a rather wealthy landlord.


“I am. This shall not be easy, but a necessary hurdle to take Japan.” I said, looking to my father who was dismounting. I knew that soon we would face the Samurai. We had after all landed at Komodo specifically to kill them now rather than later. It was something that confused me initially when playing the game. How had they congregated so quickly? How did they know where they would land? The answer was simple; they didn’t. As it turns out father had spies watching the Samurai, sending pigeons to ships disguised as fishing vessels, which would sail out and inform us of the Samurai’s location. Komodo was designated as their rally point, where all Samurai across Tsushima would go to defend the Island.


Not that it really mattered, we were tracking them after all.


I had several plans on how to minimize casualties. In the wars in Goryeo, I had several tactics I employed. My favorite was to lay traps. So the first thing I did upon landing ashore was to have holes dug with leaves laid atop them. Hopefully when they charge several of their horses will fall down a hole, either killing or severely injuring as many of the Samurai as possible. Though I didn’t make too many of them, we still needed three of those fools alive.


Then came trip-wires. They were thin enough to not be seen without closer inspection, and tough enough to not snap immediately. They were set up in a way that if not careful one may trip on the ground, leaving room for someone nearby to possibly kill them.


The final tactic was my favorite one, the Fire pit. It worked rather simply. A pit dug into the ground with loose sand or dirt nearby. If you got too close, you would fall in, and getting out was hard. I had seen many times where some foolish korean was cooked alive against it, trying to crawl out of the pit, failing against the loose ground.


With my traps laid a soldier informed me of the approaching army. The fools expected fifty Samurai to be enough to quell an invasion force that has had a day to prepare. Still, they were worthy opponents, and I cannot stop the blood from pumping at the thought of getting to fight one…perhaps that one Samurai, Harunobu? He would thank me, giving him an honorable death!


Finally they were in distance, and from here I believe that I can see Jin, the Protagonist, and heir to the entirety of these Islands. Even from here one could tell that they were menacing, and frightening warriors, unlucky for them, as we’ve plenty of ours.


Finally they sent lord Adachi down to die. The fool would be burned alive, or at least he would if my father had control over the situation. The Samurai came down on his horse, before dismounting, walking toward the crowd. “Send your finest warrior to face me!” He said, his use of Mongolian was rather nice, I don’t think that was in the game. Father came, a cup of wine in hand, he stood beside me. His dirty bulk next to my clean bulk. I looked at him, and spoke to him in Russian, “Father, allow me to handle this Samurai. I have been itching to fight one of their own.” I said, and he nodded.


He obviously didn’t care much, as long as I killed the man. And after aiding him and even bringing him the head of the king of Goryeo once I can safely say that he trusts me not to die. Walking out I look to Lord Adachi, despite knowing his name, I still ask.

“I am Altan Khan, son of Khotun Khan. I shall be your adversary. If I may, what is your name, Samurai, I shall return you to your family's resting place upon your death.” I said, my voice carrying the japanese words rather well.


“I am Harunobu Adachi, Descendant of the Legendary Yoshinobu Adachi! I have come to duel before this battle. The Winner shall decide whether your army may continue it’s advance, or leaves!” He said, as those in the crowd who understood laughed.


“I have heard of you, slayer of Tokiasa Yarikawa; Ikari no ken. I accept your challenge, however fruitless it may be. May the best swordsmen win.” I said, tucking my jian, Ariunout of it’s sheath. Oh how I loved the blade, I had personally forged it and my armor. Strenuous is all that could be said of that endeavor.


I got into my own stance, as did Harunobu. Just as I predicted, the Samurai would not budge, not would he be faked out. But with old age comes much vision I suppose. I charge him suddenly, faking a strike for his chest, which he blocks with his sword. Grinning, I grab his blade, my chainmail gloves protecting me from the sharp death it entails, before kicking him in the groin, illicting a sharp his, before he breaks free, swiping at me, and drawing blood, leaving a deep gash atop the bridge of my nose.


“Altan, enough playing, finish the Samurai so that we may move on.” I hear my father say, and nod. Walking forward, almost menacingly, I block an attack, before parrying, leaving his backside open, kicking his shin, I drive my blade through his unprotected armpit, leaving him kneeling on the ground, still alive, if barely.


“Well then, Mongol, kill me, but know that Tsushima shall never bow!” he said, before I nod, beheading him in an instant. “Requiescet in pace” I said, before looking at Father, whom looks at me for a moment, before finishing his wine.


“Samurai! DO YOU SURRENDER!” My father calls out, he never was one for words.


“They looked to each other, and one could tell Lord Shimura and Lord Sakai were never going to surrender, their honor depended on it, the fools. The Charge had begun.


Flaming arrows, and Samurai on horseback were headed towards us, I for one watched with glee as six horses fell, while another was wiped out from his horse tripping over that of another. The near sickening way they landed meant more of our men left alive. I watched as Lord Shimura was thrown off his horse after it tripped on a wire, it’s speed causing him to fall ass first into the sand, relatively unharmed, save a sore ass.


I returned to the battlement, killing eight samurai with my Jian, and another by smashing his head into the rocks. I hear as my fire pits cook a samurai, and watch as another falls in attempting to save him. Turning I follow the death and destruction that’s path could lead only to one thing, Lord Sakai.


I didn’t care for lord Shimura, for all his worth he hadn’t the destructive capabilities that Lord Sakai had. Left unchecked the boy will slaughter the mongol forces, and that was something I could not allow.


Finally I caught up to them, right as they had been captured. Or, Lord Shimura had been captured, Lord Sakai having been left bleeding out, two arrows in his back. Watching, my father walks past him, perhaps thinking him dead.


He walks to the kneeling Lord Shimura, bowing lightly, “I am Khotun, Father of Altan, Cousin of Kublai,Grandson of Ghengis.” He said, before kneeling, putting a hand on Lord Shimura’s shoulder. “Brother… You are a Warrior, a Leader. I can see that. You trained your whole life for this. You have won battles lesser men called unwinnable, yes?” He said, picking up the lord's sword.


Carefully I walked over to Jin, standing over him, he looked unconscious, and from a nudge he was. I turned my attention back to my father, who was being glared at fiercely by Lord Shimura. “But while you were sharpening your sword, do you know how I prepared for today? I learned. I learned your language, your traditions, your faith. Which villages to tame, and which to raze to the ground. So I shall ask you again, Samurai; Do you Surrender?” My father all but demanded.


Lord Shimura stood steadfast, it was disrespectful, foolish. If he surrendered he could save his people, at lost for what, pride? What is pride when one retains their lands and minimizes death? My father, in his anger, brought the back of the Katana down on the errant lord, as I turned my attention back to Jin Sakai.


I grabbed the Ancestral Sakai Katana, a sword masterfully made. It was sharp, that was for certain, something any sword enthusiast would enjoy. A good trophy from the beginning of the campaign. I looked at the Sakai lord, and with pity, I brought his family blade down, piercing his nape, and ending his life.

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It has finally come! The new story I have been making. I decided to step away from the typical Historical SI (Kind of, it will drift into that later) Already the plot is changed, or is it? stay tuned for chapter two, where we return bodies, recruit pine trees, and pet foxes.

 

[ATP]

never played game,but mongols actually taking Japan - it would be interesting.
Of course,when their dynasty fall,Japan would be free again - but,how much changed?

P.S christian mongol burning enemies alive? nobody expected Inquisition!

 

[VictortheMonarch]

After the Battle of Komoda, I ordered my men to gather the bodies of all the fallen Samurai, and to begin preparing their bodies for burial.

I did this knowing that these men were honorable, and although they were my enemies, I knew this was an action that would endear the people to me. It was an action mostly out of respect, even if I believed many to be godless heathens, but as Warriors they demanded the utmost respect.

I watched as Jin Sakai’s body was boiling, as the skin flaked off the bone, the flesh of what could have been my fathers killer flaking away. It was sobering. In all of my battles I have fought, from raiding my first bandit camp at eleven, to sieging out Goryeo’s capital - I knew that at any moment I could die, that I could become just another page in histories long and arduous violence.

Yet I persisted, and yet I see my future as it is, a constant. I shall achieve victory, even if I must fail.

“You plan to bury them?” I heard from behind me, I turn to see my father, a golden chalice in hand filled with whiskey, something I had exploited and brought into this world. It sold generally well back in Yuan. “not bury them, but to return them to their ancestral homes. For some it may be some months until we reach their homes, so if I cannot bury the flesh, than let it be the bones that return to what is left of their families.”

“Hmmph, I do not know where you get this respect for Samurai, they are just Hwarang by a different name” he said, downing the entire chalice of whiskey. Father had never cared for his enemies, and often let the wildlife pick at what was left. I remember when we had taken over Hungwa family in Goryeo, we killed everyone, and along our journey back to Yuan, the wildlife had already besieged their entire estate, with vines reaching the highest parts, and even a siberian tiger lived within it!

“It shall ingratiate us with the native people, make keeping them in line easier. The less time we spend on this Island, the better. I won’t let some errant storm stop us from conquering that Shogunate.” I said, turning my attention back to Jin’s body. His bones had been removed, and the flesh and hair placed in a waste bin, to be buried at this beach, alongside all other Samurai. His bones were placed inside a coffin, labeled with his clan name and stored with his sword, and armor.

He, like many others, shall be returned to their clans, and if none remain, buried alongside what little remains.

“Well, make sure it does not interfere with your duties. I want you to work your way to a place known as Hiyoshi Springs, take it, and find the one known as Ishikawa, and recruit him, if he does not comply, kill him.” he said, before turning away.

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Passing through Komodo Village was… arduous, to say the least. I know war, I have been bred for it. My Ancestors Ancestors were Horse Lords and my Descendants shall be Horse Lords, yet I had never enjoyed what came after each battle.

It was vogue to rape and pillage, it was Human nature to plunder anything, resources, riches, women. If I had been born without a modern 21st century outlook, I too may have even joined in the chaos. But I am proud to say that I have never willingly joined in, I never caved to the lesser vices. My father was not the same.

When father conquered, he would always get the most beautiful woman in a village, and if they were pretty or talented enough, they would join his Harem. I remember my other and him, with their shouting matches over his Harem, scared me enough when I thought that he may kill her, until finally she caved, making him promise that none of my brothers or sisters would ever stand to inherit. Oh how much that pissed off the other harem women, I’m honestly surprised none of them slew mother, what with the fit they through.

But that's besides the point, which is that my father indulges in any woman he can get his cock into. I still remember my first village, how my father forced me to take the village patriarch's daughter to bed. I can’t remember much of the whole thing, save that she cried the whole time, and If I hadn’t been surrounded by the other men, I would have myself. Forced to toss my ideals to the side, broke me in its own way. The barrier that separated me from those other barbarians was thinned, I sinned, and I still repent for it to this day.

I remember ordering Jianxi to flog me for it, his hesitation surprised me then, I thought he and the others cared little for me, or thought me a green boy unfit to lead them for falling to temptation, yet he proved me wrong, when he refused. Stating that it would not fix it, that I should move on, to right other wrongs, and to repent in other ways. To this day he remains my most trusted advisor, and shall remain as such till the veil of death separates us.

“You are deep in thought?” Jianxi rode up to me, riding at my side. I turned and smiled. “Yes, I am thinking of my disgust at the barbarism surrounding us.” I said, passing by a mongol raping a mother infront of her own home. “We both know you cannot lay a hand on them, your father already took a finger last time.” he said, looking pointedly at my right hand. It was true, father had taken my ring finger, chopped it right off in between the intermediate and the proximal.

“Still, it’s disgusting. It’s unholy to allow this barbarism, even if it is the norm of the world.” I said, taking a sip at my canteen as we left Komodo village. Jianxi and I would ride silently, before I looked back at the caravan.

Behind me all of the Riders rode, alongside our Supplies carriages and of course the Ariun, a group of men who are aiding me in founding the ‘Ortusolis’ sect of Orthodoxy. It’s been a long journey, but the tenets of it have been laid out, and a few Churches have been built. The only problem now is that the Patriarchs back in Europe have held fast as stubborn as possible, refusing to acknowledge us due to a few differences, such as harems, clerical marriage, and a trinity of ‘popes’ called the Narnkhötöch. There were Three, Basil, Khohan, and Nilche.

Basil was the Narngar, or the Hand. He would guide the Riders in their efforts, as well as serve as a Religious leader that migrates place to place. It fit, as Basil couldn’t be kept in one place either way.

Khohan was my elder brother, and had converted to christianity after hearing of it from my mother. He was the Narnzürkh, or the Heart. His main job was to hear the plights of the people, and to aid them. He was based out of Khanbaliq, and enjoys his time there very much. The fact he gets laid often does put a smile on his face, the lucky bastard.

Finally there is Nilche. She is perhaps the most important. She is a sort of Judge on religious laws, and holds power over whether something is considered a sin or not. Though she can’t excommunicate someone, it was decided to be too much of a stretch to allow one person such power, not that she would agree to it, she is as strict as it gets.

“So, is Basil not with us? I expected him to follow us, if only to explore Tsushima whilst we’re still here.” I said, glancing around. He wasn’t to be seen, not the whole way. “Father Basil was preaching to the Mongols, said that a good twenty were converting, and was planning on baptizing them on Komodo Beach.” Jianxi said, before pointing back. “He has Zhihan serving most of the rights for the men.” He said, before I saw her. She was a beautiful woman, with the palest skin and the darkest of hair. Standing about 1.56 meters tall, she was above average, and she was definitely above average in the breast department, DD was huge back in this era.

I still remember having to help hide her from uncle Kublai, he was a man of the breast, and would die by the breast.

“Hmm, Oh well, just keep her protected, I would not be surprised by a Japanese ambush some foolish bandits spring up.” I said, taking another swig from my canteen. After several hours of marching, we finally reached a point where we could set up a fort.

Originally I wanted to take Fort Nakayama, but after seeing how honestly dismal it truly was, I decided that we shall instead simply burn it to the ground on the morrow, what with how poorly placed it was. Who builds a fort at the bottom of a hill anyhow?!

Within a few hours we had a seven foot trench dug around the entire encampment, with only a few strategically placed wooden boards placed around. Tomorrow I hope to start the timber project tomorrow in hopes to build actual walls around the encampment, but that was for tomorrow, and with a yawn, I passed out on my little cot.
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The strong wind of dusk blew by her camp, carrying leaves with it.

It was a restless night for Tomoe, her rest plagued with nightmares of all kinds. In them Ishikawa belittled her, and tortured her before killing her for her actions. It wasn’t her fault she trained a bunch of men in simple stuff, she had only taught them basic stuff. And even then she would never had done so if she knew they were bandits!

She sulked as she ate the roasted boar, her days were growing long and wary, fear over what her master would do to her when he found her were not the only thing on her mind. She had heard tale that the Samurai were wiped out, and that the Mongolians were Invading the Island, forcing her to give up her plans to escape to the mainland. It was also why she was out here. If she was back in that village she was hiding in, she would’ve been caught, perhaps killed, or worse. She only had limited arrows after all.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a rustle in a bush, almost immediately she had her bow out, pointing to the bush, prepared to loose a bolt into whatever came out. He fears were unseened, as a fox jumped out, jumping up and down in typical manner. She hadn’t known that one was here.

Slowly the orange furball came closer, sniffing at the meet, tentatively she held out part of the boar for the fox to take, and with a quick snatch it gulped down the meat. It came closer, and made some of, if not the cutest noises Tomoe had heard, and thus she decided to pet it, as if it were a cat. She always had a soft spot for foxes, and they themselves seemed to like her. Suddenly, it looked up, and as if asking her to follow, it ran off.

She sighed, before dusting her fire, not wanting to destroy the beautiful view her camp had, before running off after the Fox. She followed it for roughly ten minutes, before it stopped, looking out into the top of the hill. There she found a horrifying sight.

Row after row of tents lay across the flattened earth, surrounded by a deep and thick trench that surrounded it. Standing guard men in armor that resembled mongol soldiers, save for the black cloth with two golden bars intersecting each other covering much of the chest.

She decided to turn back, right as she felt a bag go atop her head, and two pairs of arms seizing her, to what just may be her doom.

 

[Blasterbot]

whelp that is a big change. how would conquering tsushima change mongols invading japan?

 

[ATP]

Even if they take Japan,it would become independent again when mongol dynasty in China fell.
And SI should not bother with building anything on mongol territories or near them - it would be destroyed.
Either by mongols when they are strong,or by locals when they fall 200 years later.

Better go to Australia or use kuro-sivo to reach North America,in both places he could created states which would last for next 1000 years or longer.

 

[Blasterbot]

west coast would be a very fertile place to grow food. plus there is the Rockies to mine and loads of gold. natives are a non factor. Australia has good grazing land not sure how good for farming it is.

 

[ATP]

west coast would be a very fertile place to grow food. plus there is the Rockies to mine and loads of gold. natives are a non factor. Australia has good grazing land not sure how good for farming it is.

Australia indeed have little good land,but would be discovered later,which...matter little,becouse till 18th century european do not interacted on West coast much.
And,there was on pacyfic coast indian states before Aztecs come,SI could made his kingdom there and rule them.
Aztecs would remain small unimportat tribe,and Cortez would meet unpleasant suprise when he come.
SI ,if he play his cards well,could be father of american empire.

When on Australia...there was simply not people who could become good subjects,aborigens are no good for that.
And continent is mainly desert.