Kingdom of Sarmatia
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The war with Georgia drags on. After looting some of the northernmost settlements in minor raids and battles, the first major conflict finally happened along the plains of Abkhazia. Lord Itaz furrowed his brow, riding up next to King Soslan as he gazed over the battlefield from their hilltop position.
Before them in the valley was a wall of spearmen in phalanx, three regiments in total. The phalanx closest to the mountains flew the Lion and Bull on Red, representing the Lord of Kartli. The phalanx closest to the shoreline flew the Golden Horseman on green and white, which could only be attributed to the Lord of Abkhazia. In the center, of course, was the largest of the three regiments. It flew the red cross of Saint George; namesake of the Georgian kingdom.
Itaz glared before him, spitting at the dirt at his horse's hooves. "My king, this battle would destroy us. The Georgian dogs outnumber us by a half, and they are equipped with heavy armor, spears, and thick shields. They have trained to fight the cataphracts of the Persians for centuries. They fight only horses. We have no chance. Look before you. Even the lord of Kartli is with them, who you said would support you in your conquests!"
Soslan merely smiled to Itaz, rubbing his newly shaved face as his gingerly held his horse's reins in his other hand. "Ah, Itaz. You still think like a barbarian. Not everything is so simple as numbers or strength; and very few things can be told from just the first glance. Ready your men. You will be taking half the army down the shoreline to charge their left flank. Trust me at least in my command. Have I not proven that to you, at least?" Itaz snorted, reining his horse around to ready his horsemen to fight.
The battle began as the sun hit it's highest point in the sky. Itaz's flank broke off first, moving down the shoreline toward the Abkhazian regiment, who turned their tight phalanx toward the approaching horsemen. Soslan's flank dove straight for the main Georgian army in the center. Javelins and arrows were thrown and shot at the phalanxes, doing little to no damage, before the Sarmatian lances were retrieved for the change. Then... the incredible happened. The regiment from Kartli charged down the hill at the rest of the Georgian army from their right flank, axes and spears flailing at their backs and sides. Now the Georgians were the ones outnumbered by a half, and flanked on both sides.
Georgia was broken. The remaining parts of the army retreated up into the Caucasus mountains to fight another day as Sarmatia now controlled all of Georgia but the most remote mountain fortresses; from Karlti to Abkhazia. As Soslan reviewed the battlefield, where dead Sarmatii and Georgii alike were being prepared for burial-mounds, he came across the corpse of Itaz, still clenching his horse's reins and lance tightly. As one of his attendents came up behind him, Soslan merely smirked. "He always wanted to die a hero's death. We require a fortress here. Name it Itazhas in his honor."
After the battle, Soslan returned to Soslanad in Sarmatia proper, though he did not do so alone. With him he took the daughter of the Lord of Kartli (who now went by the title Paddzax of Colchis) for their wedding in the newly completed church. The city now completed, it was merely a matter of making it livable. Gifts were sent to all the lords from the newly completed gold mines, and new armor was being made from the ore collected out of the reopened iron mines. The great host of Sarmatia as well is disbanded, allowed to go home and sire new children, and begin farming their vast land.
The Pope is asked to appoint bishops across the Kingdom of Sarmatia, and treasures from Derbent and Tblisi are sent as good will, as well as a solid gold fleece as reference to the ancient traditions.