Zacateca, Viceroyalty of

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Foundation: 1749-date
Capital:

  • Lucifuge in Moche 1765-date
  • Gorea in Zacatec 1749-1758

Religion: Lencolar Christian

By Martin Helsdon

Description

An Aztec Protectorate, initially in North America, which moved to South America.

The History:

Still to be written.

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1749–1750 T210
Aztec Viceroyalty of Zacateca: The citizens of Gorea watched in amazement as endless wagon-trains of grain, clothing, timber, pottery, dried meat, fruit and other goods rolled into the city. Everything was very busy.

1751-1752 T211
Aztec Viceroyalty of Zacateca: The common people of Zacateca watched in slowly growing wonder and amazement as the endless streams of wagons and mule-trains continued to clog the roads leading into Gorea and the valleys there around. Under the watchful eye of the Viceroy's soldiers, a truly vast amount of preserved grain, food and necessary items were accumulating in the remote province. In particular, a series of mighty grain silos were beginning to rise against the horizon. And, for the mob, bread was cheap and plentiful.

Unfortunately, the Viceroy was distributing spoiled rye to the bakeries ("why let it go to waste? If it cannot be stored, it can be eaten.") and there were unforeseen side-effects… within six months, a massive outbreak of "holy fire" swept Gorea and the villages nearby, causing miscarriages, insanity, visions, horrible burning sensations in the extremities - every kind of torment and plague. The Zacatecans rioted, burning most of the town to the ground. The Viceroy Ahuitzotol was killed, dragged from his carriage by a maddened crowd, and Lord Ilhuicaimina was forced to restore order by force of arms.

1753-1754 T212
Viceroyalty of Zacateca: Grain and other trade goods continued to pour into highland Zacatec at an inordinate rate. The citizens, meantime, turned out in record numbers to toil away not only on the massive series of grain silos rising in every valley and town, but (on the plain near Paxchecl) a series of odd geometric patterns and animal figures in lines of stone.

Aztec Empire: The Emperor showed uncommon generosity; dispensing large gifts in gold, credit and goods to the Tzompanctli, the Zacateca and the Sisters of the Rose. Further financial arrangements swelled the coffers of the New Granadans, the Caquetio, the Bolivians, the Colorado and the Ghost Dancers in exchange for the shipments of preserved foodstuffs which then were hauled up into the mountains of Zacatec.

1755-1756 T213
Viceroyalty of Zacateca: The Zacatecans continued to toil (much like ants on an enormous hill) at their silos, granaries and other stone buildings of obscure use.

1757-1758 T214
Viceroyalty of Zacateca: Rioting broke out in Zacatec when a large body of settlers from the south arrived and attempted to move into homes still occupied by Zacatecan peasants. The viceroy was forced to intervene with his own troops and suppress both factions.

1759–1760 T215
Aztec Empire: Substantial sums were doled out to the Nisei and the Zacatecas.

Huemac was dispatched with his fresh Legion to subdue the Zacatecas, who had been getting restive of late. News reports from the hills told of fierce fighting, but Huemac and his troops returned to Sion late in ’60 in fine fettle, having had a nice march in the cool mountain air. Further south, in Nicarao, the locals agreed to fully support the Empire just in time for Lord Potozin to suffer a stroke and die.

1765–1766 T218
Viceroyalty of Zacateca: Though orders had come from the north, from their Imperial Master, for the Zacateca warriors to muster themselves, to arm themselves with flowers and jade and steel, the footless wanderers had fallen out among themselves. Old Ilhuicaimina had died, languishing with a corruption of the bowels, and his lieutenants Maxtla and Maxtlantizo squabbled… while the regiments and holy bands watched with interest, each priest-captain sharpening his own knives, wondering if he could become master of the Host.

After veering close to open civil war, Maxtlantizo strangled Maxtla and became lord of the Hosts of Christ, whereupon the Zacatecas shouldered their packs, rifles and obsidian axes and marched off south to stand against the Invaders

1767–1768 T219
Viceroyalty of Zacateca: Despite the near-hysterical urgings of the Aztec Legate in Quillaca, the Zacatecs (who comprised a large fraction of the Lencolar armies assembled in the province) refused to cross the mountains and attack the Tzitzimime - despite this being their holy duty! – and were cursed for cowards and fools by the Aztecs, Bolivians and Nisei soldiers encamped there.

1769 – 1770 T220
Viceroyalty of Zacateca: All efforts of the Host were focused on the south, upon their great enemy, the Tzitzimime and the human traitors who served them. Amid all the clamor, the news of a gunfight in Quito between bandits who broke a reputed Tzitzimime sympathizer out of gaol there barely made page four -- behind the pictures of a native snake-priestess in her usual regalia -- or lack thereof.

The War Against the Tzitzimime

April: Maxtlantizo's Host of Christ (that is, the Zacatecans) arrives in Omaguaca to reinforce the Aztec / Nisei / Bolivian armies encamped there. He brings with him a fresh 70,000 men.
Unexpectedly, the tzitzimime invaders in Charrua abandon the province, retreating to the north without first eating all of the inhabitants! Indeed, Charrua is the most blessed of provinces upon the Earth.
July: Having marched up from Chila on the coast, the Afriqan lords Mfume and Mbeki arrive at Omaguaca with a force of 26,000 men to join the Aztec, Bolivian, Zacatec and Nisei forces supposedly waiting there.
August: The Aztec Sword of Empire legion, meantime, has been waiting at Omaguaca for everyone to muster for the latest sally against the Tzitzimime in Calchaqui. Now all who will come have arrived… nearly 125,000 men advance south into the wasteland of Calchaqui, determined to beard the monster in it's den and destroy the Ten Thousand Hostile Stars.
September: The Alliance forces approach Versailles and find the city girdled by new defences, and filled with strange new towers and obscured by a great fume and smoke. Even miles distant, the Afriqan scouts report the clash and grind of enormous wheels and gears, the thunder of unearthly machines… resolute, the Zacatac high general Maxtlantizo orders his forces to advance cautiously. "It will be siege," he opines, feeling his heart chill at the thought. "With every inch paid in blood…"
October: The siege of Versailles begins in earnest, for the tzitzimime are more than willing to let the apes storm against their walls, filling the trenches with blood and the air with the orifice-watering smell of charred apre-flesh. The Alliance has planned long for this battle, devising a thousand and one tricks to use against the tzitzimime - who deny nearly all of them by the simple expedient of hunkering down behind their fortifications and incinerating wave after wave of ape-warriors coming howling over the battlements!
But there are no hellbats to be seen, and the skies fill with dozens and dozens of airships, all of which rain a constant barrage of bombs and napathene flame into the enemy city. Surely, the heat ray stabs up, shattering one zeppelin after another, but still the apes keep coming… until, at last, the losses they suffer have mounted so high the Alliance army splinters, and breaks, having expended 98,000 men in their failed attempt.
The human regiments stream, broken and demoralized, back into Omaguaca, where they spit upon the reviled and despicable Nisei, who have been lolling about, drinking tea and reading the newspapers while their fellow humans struggled and died in the south.
November: The Zacateca Grand Master Maxtlantizo rallies his shattered army in Omaguaca, counting the dead and finding the African general Mfume foremost among them. The other commanders are broken men, barely able to crawl out of their tents. Only the Zacatecas remain a viable fighting force, and their hearts are filled with a great and terrible fury. But as winter covers the land, and the humans are forced into quarters, it is not the invaders who they despise most - but the traitorous Nisei!
December: While vauge and worrisome rumbling sounds echo out of the south, the Alliance camps in Omaguaca are suddenly woken by the rattle of musketry, the snap-snap of carbines and the screams of men attacked in their sleep. The Zacatecas have attacked the Nisei encampments, slaughtering the guardsmen and seizing the airfleet which has laid idle for so long.
The Nisei generals, drunken upon dishonor and well pickled in sake, are murdered in their beds and their men rounded up and hanged for the dogs they are… a cruel - and swift - response to Maxtlantizo's need for a fresh airfleet to throw into the hell-pit of Versailles.
Watching the dead Japanese being dragged away to the lime-pits, the Zacateca king snarled in satisfaction, gesturing with a blood-soaked obsidian axe at the long line of gray zeppelins floating at anchor. "Place the sign of war upon them, my brothers, for we will test ourselves a second time in the sacred ball-court, against the Ten Thousand Hostile Stars!"
January 1770: The Zacateca army (or what remains of it) and the stolen airfleet move south once more, against Versailles… once more they are allowed within sight of the obsidian walls, still caked with blood, and now surmounted by an endless battlement of human skulls.
"Here is our destiny," the Zacateca king screamed, his blood afire with the sight of so many legends come to life. "Here we will uphold the Son and cast down darkness! Here we will contest the Eastern Star, we will lift up the many-rayed shield, we will yield our own smoke, our own jade, and we will give birth to a new age!"
Scuttling from crater to crater, dodging through the wreckage of war machines and human guns melted by the terrible heat, the Zacateca army surged forward, each man filled with a keen, clear zeal which allowed no fear, no trembling, nothing less than a primal scream of fury as the first war machine rose over the towering wall, it's single red eye flaring crimson…
Despite great heroism, and a cunning aerial attack with the commandeered Nisei airships, the Zacatac siege failed. This time the generals did not fare so well - the Aztec lord Tangaxoan was slain, as were Maxtlantizo and his commanders, while the Bolivian Josep Torellas and Mbeki of Afriqa were dragged from the field as captives - to what unknown and horrible fate, none could tell.

The Viceroys

  • Texcoyo 1770-date
  • Maxltantizo 1765-1770
  • Ilhuicaimina 1751-1765
  • Ahuitzotol 1749-1751

The Players

  • John Walters T210-date

Last updated 28 January 2005

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