The War in the Tamber Gulf

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Travel Log of Arealius, Scribe of Port Olni

As I soar above the Tamber Gulf on my trusty draft tarn, I gaze out upon the tumultuous landscape of war. My mission, to chronicle the spread of the Dar-Kosis, also gave me insight to the conflict between Telenus and Genesian Port. My travels along the coast of the Thassa has granted me a unique perspective on the tactics and strategies employed on land and sea by the Warriors of Gor.

Below me as I flew along the coast of the Tamber Gulf, the siege of Genesian Port rages on. Telenus's forces, bolstered by Cosian allies, have deployed a formidable array of siege engines: ballista, scorpio, and onagri. Their invasion ships, anchored in the Gulf, serve as mobile platforms for these engines, allowing them to pummel the Port's defenses with precision while also serving as secure tarn cots for their tarn air cavalry.

However, the Genesian Warriors, adept in the art of defense, have adapted to these threats. They've dug complex covered trench networks, exploiting the lighter Gorean gravity to slow Telenus's advances on the ground and protect their walls. Within these roofed trenches primarily built to protect the defenders from tarn mounted bowmen, Warrior-pairs clash with Telenus's troops in fierce close combat, using their knowledge of Gorean warrior infighting skills to neutralize the enemy's numerical advantage in the trenches. 

To counter the siege towers, Genesian Warriors employ grappling hooks and flame-pots, fired from wall-mounted springals or scorpio. I've witnessed these tactics firsthand by being quick to render aid and assistance to fallen warriors for both sides by wearing the brown tunic of a peasant, thus allowing me to remain in close proximity to the fighting, marveling at the ingenuity and bravery of the port's defenders. In the process earning new scars replacing the old one removed by the skill of Port Olni’s physicians in administering the coveted rejuvenation serum. 

Port Kar's pirate fleets, ever the opportunists, continue to prey on both sides' shipping, disrupting supply lines and sowing chaos. Their influence may yet prove decisive in this conflict.

As I worked my way toward the city walls, by working as a stretcher barer or carrying bundles for the warriors, I pondered the implications of this war. Will Telenus's might prevail, or will the combined forces of Genesian Port and Turmus hold sway? One thing is certain–the fate of the Tamber Gulf, and the future of trade in the region, hangs in the balance.

The trenches, dingy, narrow and winding, funneled the combatants into tight spaces, where warrior infighting skill and strength decided the outcome. I witnessed a Genesian Warrior, his spear shattered, grapple with a Telenus soldier, their bodies locked in a struggle for dominance. The Genesian's hands, hardened from years of tarn-riding, found the enemy's throat, and with a swift twist, ended the fight.

On the plains surrounding Genesian Port, the battle raged on. Telenus's infantry, shield-walls intact, advanced on the Port's defenses. Genesian Warriors, mounted on tarns, swooped down upon the flanks, their spears and lances striking true. The Telenus troops, weighed down by their armor, struggled to counter the agile tarnsmen.

I saw a Telenus soldier, his helmet dented, stumble back from a tarnsman's blow. As he fell, a Genesian Warrior leapt from his tarn, short sword flashing in the sunlight, and struck the final blow. The warrior's skill, honed from countless battles, made the act seem almost effortless.

As I walked among the trenches, I noticed the Genesian Warriors' use of shield-walls, adapted from their allies in Turmus. These mobile barriers, comprising overlapping shields, allowed the Warriors to advance on the enemy while protected from arrow and spear fire.

The air reeked of sweat, blood, and smoke, a noxious miasma that clung to every surface. I knew that this war would leave its mark on the survivors, a scar that would never fully heal, but their code as warriors would help the cope with reliving the horrors of war in their memories for their remaining days.

As I walked among wounded and dying men in the trenches, I pondered the Genesian Port alliance's strategy. Their superior numbers of tarnsmen, adept at aerial combat, might neutralize the Cosian alliance's naval power and siege batteries. The tarns' reluctance to fly over large bodies of water hindered the Cosian forces, reliant on their ships for transport.

The Genesian Warriors, aware of this advantage, deployed their tarnsmen in waves, targeting the Cosian ships and their precious cargo of the war tarns of their air cavalry. Without these additional tarns, the Cosian tarnsmen would be severely limited in their abilities.

I watched as a squadron of Genesian tarnsmen, their wings beating in unison, descended upon a Cosian round ship. The ship's crew, surprised, struggled to respond as the tarnsmen struck, their talons tearing at the ship's sails and rigging. The vessel, crippled and adrift, became a liability for the Cosian forces.

The Genesian Port alliance, sensing victory, pressed their advantage. Their tarnsmen greatly outnumbering the Cosians, attacked the Cosian siege batteries, disrupting the enemy's ability to breach the Port's defenses.

As the battle raged on, I realized that the fate of the Tamber Gulf hung in the balance. Would the Genesian Port alliance's superior tarnsmen and clever tactics be enough to repel the Cosian invasion, or would the sheer might of the enemy's naval power and siege engines ultimately prevail?

As I reflect on the war's progression, I am struck by the sheer scale of destruction and loss. The siege of Genesian Port, now spanning a month, has become a bloody stalemate. The trenches, initially a clever tactic, have devolved into a meat grinder, claiming hundreds of lives daily.

The Cosian alliance's inability to breach the walls or gain a decisive advantage has become a significant concern. Their fleet, once a formidable force, now suffers beneath the relentless pressure of Turmus's tarnsmen. I've witnessed the devastation firsthand – ships crippled, sailors and troops slaughtered, and supply lines severed.

The Genesian Port alliance, despite suffering heavy casualties, remains resolute in their defense. OurGenesian and Turmus tarnsmen, adept at aerial combat, continue to harass the Cosian fleet, targeting their ships and supply lines. The logistical strains on the enemy are clear, their forces stretched thin and struggling to maintain a steady flow of resources.

I estimate that, after a month, the Cosian alliance has lost approximately 3,000-6,000 troops and 1,500-3,000 sailors and troops. Genesian and allied forces may have suffered around 2,000-4,000 casualties, a significant but manageable toll. The civilian casualties, especially among the low castes and slaves truly is unpredictable. This is particularly troubling to me as I think about the lives lost this season because of the Dar Kosis outbreak on the Olni and Vosk rivers, and of course, Thentis. 

If the siege continues, I fear for the worst. The Cosian alliance will face significant challenges in maintaining their forces, and their strategic situation will become increasingly dire. I can only hope that a resolution is reached soon, lest this war consume us all.

As I close this entry, I am reminded of the wise words of a fellow sailor: "War is a scourge, a plague upon the land and sea. May the Priest Kings grant us wisdom and an end to this senseless slaughter."

((Editorial Note: The Historical Reference I am using for this story is final siege of Carthage during the Carthagian and Roman Punic Wars. ))