This is my first story on Civ3 that I've ever done. I'm only just gripping the reins and got the Conquest expansion last Monday.

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Roaming Barbarians
Temperate
Normal
Warlord
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Germany



Rudolf watched as the pink-clad warriors slammed their axes into the Seljuk warriors backs. The small, sparesly defended camp fell prey to the pink, axe weilding warriors. Another group of barbarian axemen prepared for the next onslaught.

"I like these pink-clad people. These people don't take anything from anybody, eh Frank?" Captain Rudolf of the Curragh addressed his sailing companion.

"No sir, they look like they're very pissed at those poor bastards in their small camp."

"Looks like you're right. Otto, go meet these warriors and tell them that I would like to meet them. These pink people, they're strong warriors. The Dutch might be big but they didn't fight for it."

"I hate barbarians," Frank replied.

"So do these pink people. I think we may just have a new friend."

* * *

Jacques hacked down another Seljuk. His eyes burned with a rage too great. The Seljuks had attacked his people before. Down went another Seljuk. His axe started to drip red.

The French warriors stood at the foot of a mountain, watching the small Seljuk encampment. It was getting dark and his soldiers were tired. Tomorrow, you bastards. He was somewhat surprised when a person dressed in blue disrupted his thoughts by walking into the French camp.

"Who are you!?" he shouted. Otto stumbled and fell on his bottom. Soldiers hands swept down to their hatchets.

"Oh help me... Rudolf? Frank?" he managed to peep out. An axe was placed at his throat. The soldiers waited. He remembered that someone had yelled something in a strange language. The Dutch and Germans both spoke Latin and that helped the other learn the others language. But these were clearly not Dutch soldiers. He just croaked out the first thing that came to thought. "Otto."

Jacques stepped forward. The little man had said "Otto." Not a Seljuk name. Not a French name. And he wore blue. Jacques held out his hand. Cautiously, Otto got up. A little frightened he said "I am Otto from the great city of Berlin." In Latin. This was followed by a great outburst from among the French.

"I am Jacques from France. How did you get here?"

"By water. I was picked out our Great One Bismarck to sail from Leipzig to go by boat in search of... anything."

"It would be much appreciated if this Bismarck would meet with our Saint Joan. You may stay with us until tomorrow. Tomorrow we finish off these savages."

* * *

Otto watched the slaughter from the mountain camp. He was horrified to see that the tide had turned. The Seljuks massacred the French. The French desperately retreated. If he was caught the Seljuks would mount his head on some sticks. He broke and ran.

Luckily for him the Curragh was stationed close by. he could see Rudolf and Frank searching the coast for him. No not now! he thought.

"Back to the boat!" he yelled. Otto ran down to meet them. "What the hell are you waiting for?!" The three waded towards the Curragh. Rudolf and Frank took their time to reach the boat and asked no questions to Otto about why he was running so fast. Or why he was in tears.

Otto helped pull Rudolf and Frank onto the small boat. They went to their positions with out saying a word. Finally Rudolf asked Oto what had happened the day before.

"I met the warriors in pink we saw fighting the Seljuks. They were from a place called France. We talked about our races and our leaders. They're led by a young girl. Saint Joan D'Arc. Well anyway they said they were going to finish off the Seljuks today." At this point he took a long sniff. "They're all dead."

Rudolf said nothing but just watched.

"They were a nice people... They said France was North of here. Let's take the Curragh up there and introduce ourselves.

"Bismarck never told us to look for anything specific... I don't see why we can't go up there and properly introduce ourselves. I just hope they're better than the Dutch- "Enough about the Great King William talking about his wonderful self. Why don't you tell me about this Bismarck, the german version of me." I hate William. Arrogant bastard. And did you even try those wooden shoes they gave us!?"

a nice story so far. i like the telling, but if its JUST i story thats cool, but i would like to see some screenshots

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Congratulations. :goodjob:

CoolioVonHoolio- Thanks. As for screens I'm a little ahead of this so people will have to wait for screens.


"So you've finally caught up?" Paul pointed to the camp that the soldiers had constructed. "We've been waiting for days for settlers to arrive. As you can see our carpentry skills are far worst than yours... I hope. That's why you'd never make in the army."

"Shuttup Paul," Karls younger brother said.

"I was complimenting you moron."

"Really? Remember before when we used to watch our warriors do battle when we were kids?"

"Yeah."

"And we argue who was going to become one of them?"

"Yeah."

"And they chose the fat one?"

"Stick it in your ear."

"What was that?" Paul quickly put a handful of some white powder-like substance in his mouth.

"What was what?" he replied after a few seconds and large gulp.

"That white stuff you shovelled in your mouth."

"Oh.. Sugar. Very sweet and it makes some food better by adding it to the recipe."

"Sounds and looks like a form of poison."

"Rest assured I would not poison myself."

"How unfortunate."

The small area was the center of attention now. The 4th Berlin Spearmen had been stationed atop a sugar mine and where awaiting settlers, again from Berlin, to rightfully claim the land.

East of the sugar factory was the ocean, the unknown. The small Curragh was no match for these waters. To the West was the Berlin River. It stretched from berlin, passed the sugar mine and into the Dark Forests.

The settlers had just arrived and began building living spaces over the small huts constructed of wood and mud by the 4th Spears to accomodate the new settlers. They brought load after load of sugar into the center of all the commotion. They were supplied water from the Berlin River.

Paul stared out at the open water. He leaned on his spear. Boring! Nothing! I didn't join the ranks of the finest army in the world to sit around for crowd control!

"Why don't you stop staring at the water and lend a flabby hand?" Oh no. here comes Karl.

"I'm doing my job you should know. Keeping watch. Who knows? Those barbarians might have boats like our great Curragh? And what happens when they come ashore and tie our heads to our own spears? Then what- the hell?" Paul bent over and picked up a piece of pottery from the water.

"This is our pottery..." Karl said taking it from Paul. He pulled out a small tablet from the jug. "Odd... Our Latin alphabet.. Remember the crew that sailed from Leipzig? It seems that..."

"Someone can use these letters in a combination to make a message of some sort.."

"What does it mean?"

"We can't read it addle brain! I don't think anyone here can make any snese of it ethier.."

"Weird... Hows about when the worker crew arrives they can take it to Berlin for decoding."

"I amazed you thought of that Karl. But I remember they was researching something called "Mathematics." With "numbers."

"What's numbers?"

"Numbers are like a different alphabet.. Like I have one spear. I think one is a number..."

"I don't like numbers."

"Nethier do I but it's up to our Bismarck."

"That's true. I really wonder what it means!"

"So do I. Let's get this stupid town built. It'll do us no good to just wonder about all this stuff."

The two brothers walked over to the workers. A few building had been constructed and raised. They should be done by noon the next day.

"I really wonder what it means!!"

"Okay Karl. Shuttup now."

"Oh.. Sugar. Very sweet and it makes some food better by adding it to the recipe."

"Sounds and looks like a form of poison."

"Rest assured I would not poison myself."

"How unfortunate."



lol that was pretty funny, keep it up icmancin

"It seems your people are very interest, Grigori," Rudolf told the Russian scout. "Please tell me more."

"Well my german friend, there are many people in Russia. LOTS of people in Russia. I come from Moscow, the grandest city of the Rus. It has been many Suns and many Moons since I layed eyes on the Motherland. I can only remember Moscow. What do you remember from your home?"

Grigori shifted in his seat. He had brown eyes and hair. He was quite muscular as well. He wore the classic fur hat on his head. He loved travelling and was over joyed when the Czarina had chosen him to lead the scout party. He loved talking about distant lands and hoped to become a writer in the Motherland.

"When we left the Fatherland it was very small. It was Berlin and Leipzig. I was from Berlin. Our Great Leader, Otto von Bismarck, chose us to sail along the coast in search for "People, Land and Treasure."" Frank stifled a laugh. "Those may or may not be his exact words but we were determined to fulfill our master wish."

"What about the gold in Germany? How much do you possess?"

"Always about money in your country eh?"

"Heheh.. Yes... Do you remember?"

"No.. But I remember we were getting lots more of it!"

"Can your people write?"

"Ummm.... What is writing?"

"Using your alphabet in combinations to make words we say."

"Well not exactly..."

"I see. Well I don't want to delay you any longer. I must continue my journey and you yours. May treasure be less than a mile away! Do cvedaneya." The stout Russian nodded, leapt off of the boat and wadded to shore.

"Odd people these Russians are," Rudolf exclaimed.

"Well sorta. Lets keep sailing North. We've got to find France," Otto replied.

"We don't have to find France- you just wanna get some from their leader."

"Shut up Frank. Now."

The small boat progressed north. The coast was mountinous. They didn't see much life. South lay the Dutch and North, France. Grigori had failed to mention the direction to Russsia or Rossiyka but Rudolf as intent of finding it.

"Captain! Pink people to port!" Frank yelled.

Hundreds of pink dressed people scurried along the coastline. Buildings were being constructed and raised. French warriors were on gaurd carrying the same axes witnessed at the Seljuk encounter.

"Guten tag!" shouted Rudolf. The French gaze turned towards the oncoming vessel. The French warriors gripped their axes. "Uh.. Hello!" he shouted. In Latin. The warriors eased their grip on their weapons. Rudolf, Otto and Frank sloshed towards shore.

"What brings you to the founding of Rheims?" a beautiful young girl walked forward to greet her German guests.

"Oh, uh we come to see Joan D'Arc," Otto stepped forward.

"Look no further. Come, join the festivities! Every center of live opening in France deserves to be celebrated!"

"What merry people," Fran exclaimed. "You're right- who could kill them?"

"I like these people! Good food, nice people and no wooden shoes or big fur hats!"