Chewbie_Man
Nov 30, 2005, 08:40 PM
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Civilization IV Story
by Therran Taylor
I forgot to write down the specifics of my custom game. I have screen shots and I'll post them regularly, but I want this to be more of a story than " oh, that was a bad move to settle right there. " If you ever read Vanadorn's ( CIV III forum, check it out ) Pax Romana story than you'll get what I'm wanting here.
Pierre's lithe figure lead the nomadic wanderers skyward along the towering hill. Following only feet behind him were some several hundreds of people. Both old and young, healthy and ill traveled in his wake in search of a new land to settle and finally call their own.
Sandaled feet scraped the rocky earth and a young child walking hand in hand with his mother lost his footing and reeled backward, the fatigued grasp of both mother and son was lost and he tumbled on downward in several wild spirals. The infants broken body remain motionless, few even giving his gasping body a second glance.
Six feet and seven inches tall, covered only in a simple loin across his waist and sandals easily identified as some twelve seasons old. The man's hands, nearly as large as the boys skull wrapped gently around the boys motionless body and gazed sympathetically down at such a sight. The mother came hurriedly down the hill, hands clasped around a small cloth used to wipe tears from her face.
" Oh .. tell me he's alright. Tell me my boy i -- " She sputtered out each word, fearful of her sons condition. Her sputtering ceased when the giant of a man, referred to amongst the tribe only as Bernard shook his head in pain. He trudged onward, brushing past the woman as if she were nothing and he was but a gust of wind. Pierre gave Bernard the slightest of nods before speaking.
" I'm sorry. We'll have a ceremony shortly .. " Pierre wiped tears from his eyes, each loss was a mounting one, hope was being lost amongst the nomadic people.
" I don't understand, Pierre. We must keep moving or the winds will force us even further east toward the coast. " The man's thick beard swayed slightly in the gusts, the child appeared featherlight in his tree trunk like arms.
" Because we're going to settle, we have all the resources we need. A beautiful ocean, thickets of grapes; oh the grapes! I heard them, the horses neighing off in the prairie. " He could only smile, the rest of his people had started their final ascent and they too were gazing at their new wonderland of a people.
" What will we call it, Pierre? It needs a name! " The pause following seemed endless. Pierre scratched the stubble forming along his chin before answering in an audible whisper.
" Home .. We'll call it home. "
Civilization IV Story
by Therran Taylor
I forgot to write down the specifics of my custom game. I have screen shots and I'll post them regularly, but I want this to be more of a story than " oh, that was a bad move to settle right there. " If you ever read Vanadorn's ( CIV III forum, check it out ) Pax Romana story than you'll get what I'm wanting here.
Pierre's lithe figure lead the nomadic wanderers skyward along the towering hill. Following only feet behind him were some several hundreds of people. Both old and young, healthy and ill traveled in his wake in search of a new land to settle and finally call their own.
Sandaled feet scraped the rocky earth and a young child walking hand in hand with his mother lost his footing and reeled backward, the fatigued grasp of both mother and son was lost and he tumbled on downward in several wild spirals. The infants broken body remain motionless, few even giving his gasping body a second glance.
Six feet and seven inches tall, covered only in a simple loin across his waist and sandals easily identified as some twelve seasons old. The man's hands, nearly as large as the boys skull wrapped gently around the boys motionless body and gazed sympathetically down at such a sight. The mother came hurriedly down the hill, hands clasped around a small cloth used to wipe tears from her face.
" Oh .. tell me he's alright. Tell me my boy i -- " She sputtered out each word, fearful of her sons condition. Her sputtering ceased when the giant of a man, referred to amongst the tribe only as Bernard shook his head in pain. He trudged onward, brushing past the woman as if she were nothing and he was but a gust of wind. Pierre gave Bernard the slightest of nods before speaking.
" I'm sorry. We'll have a ceremony shortly .. " Pierre wiped tears from his eyes, each loss was a mounting one, hope was being lost amongst the nomadic people.
" I don't understand, Pierre. We must keep moving or the winds will force us even further east toward the coast. " The man's thick beard swayed slightly in the gusts, the child appeared featherlight in his tree trunk like arms.
" Because we're going to settle, we have all the resources we need. A beautiful ocean, thickets of grapes; oh the grapes! I heard them, the horses neighing off in the prairie. " He could only smile, the rest of his people had started their final ascent and they too were gazing at their new wonderland of a people.
" What will we call it, Pierre? It needs a name! " The pause following seemed endless. Pierre scratched the stubble forming along his chin before answering in an audible whisper.
" Home .. We'll call it home. "