View Full Version : SGOTM 10 First Spoiler - Your Land Units can Reach Barbarian-Built Cities
May 28, 2006, 02:46 PM
Here is the mid-game spoiler thread for SGOTM 10.
You may READ this thread when your land units can reach cities built by the Barbarian nation.
You may POST in this thread when a nominated scribe from your team has posted a Spoiler describing your progress up to the defined point. Your team summary should include your early decisions on city placement, research, units and improvements, and the milestones in the development of your economy, contacts and diplomatic relationships.
When posting, please do not discuss future events beyond the date you met the spoiler condition. And remember that your viewing public will be looking out for literary flair, historical accuracy, humour, and strategic insight.
So let's hear how you are doing. What government have you selected for your assault on the Barbarian Stronghold? How have the Barbarians made themselves felt in your game so far? How many of your AI rivals are left to help you in your quest?
Jun 05, 2006, 05:53 AM
Spoiler for team klarius (klarius, Northern Pike, Offa, Crakie, Own, Ronald)
After some discussion we settled NE.
Initial production warrior-curragh-granary.
Science to writing 100% (what else ;) ).
When we discovered writing in 2190BC, we had to note that Netherlands was already near to research it (they wouldn't even have given the widely known wheel for it).
Some more discussion and we changed our plans to not try the republic slingshot.
We then even changed to not go for republic at all, but the cheaper monarchy.
The idea is that going for astronomy and military tradition shouldn't be a big problem with the help of some nice emperor AI.
And later, fighting the Barbarian Nation, we will have no war weariness problems.
In 1650BC we got our first propaganda campaign upsetting some citizens. So another small problem with the Barbarian Technology Thieves.
Not much happening the next few hundred years. We expanded, traded nicely with our neighbours and researched.
Barbarians build the Pyramids and the Great Wall. Not so nice :eek: .
In 850BC our monarchy is established.
That's also around the time the team starts to believe that the klarius' style of trading, involving big gpt payments, will finally pay off :) .
Two turns later our not so well timed :( Great Lighthouse build is taken out by the ToA Cascade.
We build Hanging Gardens instead, but will now have to wait quite some time for a GA.
In 650BC we enter MA by researching currency. The sci civs get feudalism and monotheism, so we research engineering.
In 550BC a ridiculous trade (involving 180gpt) got us all known techs basically for free, because we could trick Sumeria in declaring on us.
After this mostly phony war, we finally started to expand our empire into Inca and later Maya land.
We were prebuilding in the capital to build a wonder after we would have Chichen Itza (Colossus).
But Barbarians took away Sistene and the prebuild was poured into an University (but at no loss).
Again no GA for us soon.
Chichen Itza was taken in 70BC. The wars continued a little, but that was mainly mopping up.
By 50AD we reach the end of this spoiler by researching astronomy (and we know by our first curragh that's enough to safely reach the Evil ones).
Inca and Maya are also destroyed this turn, so our acquired cities are flip save.
Jun 06, 2006, 07:24 AM
Col. John "Hannibal" Smith-> Obormot
Lt. Templeton "Faceman" Peck-> Socralynnek
Sgt. Bosco Albert "B.A." Baracus-> TheRAT
Capt. H.M. "Howling Mad" Murdock-> Hendrikszoon
Supporting Cast of myself, TimBentley, and Lord Hamster.
After much discussion, the team decided to move the settler inland to the grassland spot. The move was made up for by working the wheat earlier. The initial plan was fast research to navigation, and take the war to the Barbs. Obormot led us off, and is responsible should we attain the Wooden Spoon. We sacrificed science initially to get a granary up and running and explore around a bit.
We soon realized that the Barbs were a worthy foe:
Well, something IS evil with the game. I loaded my save again just to have a look and pressed F8: the barb power graph is thicker then combined our + incan + sumerian and they have 42% population.
After my turnset, Rat Baracus took over and we found out that our military plans had been stolen! Dr. Evil (aka Gyathaar) had provided his Barbs with some nifty tricks. The Rat's reaction:
At this point our initial research of Writing came in, and there was much doubt whether we could attain the vaunted Republic slingshot. 2 were for trying and 2 were against; Mad Dog Hendrikszoon broke the tie by devising a plan to halt our growth and impose scientists in all cities, including our carefully set up settler factory :(. A rare photo of Hendrikszoon at the time while concocting this plan:
Though we lost a turn by switching to CoL, the plan succeeded and Socralynnek brought the slingshot home in 1550 BC.
The next mission for the A Team was to bring home the Great Lighthouse so that we could have a Golden Age. But plans went awry in 1050 BC when the evil Dutch built the Lighthouse. All was not lost however as we decided to maintain the prebuild and capture Chichen Itza with the Colossus. The years to follow were filled with many wars and library building for the English people. We entered MA at 750 BC when the Byz finally researched Construction. Both sci civs received Feudalism :(. The prebuild was switched over, so we waited until post-Astronomy for our golden age.
The Barbs built the Pyramids and the Great Wall which was a disappointment, as well as the scientific civs both drawing Feudalism, but fast research brought us to the end of this spoiler at 90 BC with the discovery of Astronomy.
Jun 19, 2006, 09:18 AM
Our goal right from the start was to expand fast. We set up a four turn settler factory in London, at least when we managed to keep it going. :lol:
After discovering that all five non-barb opponents were on the same continent and couple with the Barb Tech Thieves Wonder we needed to eliminate the other civs fast. He went with a horseman blitz and then knights. It's pretty straight forward, one civ after another. Inca, Sumerias, Byzantines, Mayans and finally the Dutch. Since, it is pretty straight forward I am working on a story for our progression. The first chapter of the first section is on it's way after this post. Hope, everyone enjoys.
Jun 19, 2006, 09:22 AM
Frederick stretched and he heard his back pop, which was nothing new considering he spent most of the day hunched over one tome or another transcribing a new copy. After stretching he looked around the room and he was amazed at how out of place he was here. The other scribes looked well like scribes, short, thin and smart. They had studied for this, they had known for years they were going to be scribes and had aspirations of becoming a Master Scribe and writing historic epics.
Frederick on the other hand was tall lad, standing head and shoulders over any of the other scribes, including Master Vandoran. His simple linen shift was tight because of the muscles built from years of working on a farm. He looked down at ink-stained fingers that used to be covered in good, planting soil. Up till six months ago he and his father had worked on at the family farm outside of Nottingham all his life. The prior year his father had taken out a loan from Duke Mayberry to expand the farm. They also hired extra workers to help with the extra work load. It had been hard and difficult work at first but after the first harvest it had been worth it. However, during the winter had passed away from a wasting disease that started just after the harvest. Duke Mayberry had been forced to take the farm away because of the outstanding debt. He had tried to work the farm, but the extra workers didn't want to work for a young man, they didn't think he could handle the farm like his father had. He would have joined the army but he didn't have enough money to purchase his own equipment, he had barely had a enough to find a place to live. He was lucky that he had his numbers and his letters, his father had insisted on it. He never would have gotten this job without it.
A tear fell on the page he was working on smudging the ink and ruining the page. The young scribe cursed quietly and wiped another tear away. He placed the ruined page in a stack off to the side; he had to account for each page that was ruined in the course of the day. And with a sigh he restarted the page.
An hour later the door to the store burst open letting in a breath of fresh air, temporary reliving the smell of the ink. Instead of being grateful for the fresh air this trigger around of grumbling and cursing as pages where caught in the gust of air. One unlucky scribe knocked over a bottle of ink, grabbing an errant page, ruining most of his work for the day. Duke Mayberry strode into the room, ignoring the mutterings and the glares sent in his direction, "Master Vandoran, I have need of your services," demanded the Duke.
Master Vandoran looked up from the tome in front of him. His research material for the great book was scattered around in seeming random piles but to Vandoran it was completely organized, "You're in the right place," he commented dryly, "my lordship."
The Duke gestured grandly with his ornate walking cane, that he didn't even use, "My youngest son, William is going to war. War, I tell you. I need a scribe to accompany him to describe his deeds of daring, adventure and conquest. He will become the known as the Scourge of the Inca or the Sumerian Destroyer. And who better then the best scribe in all of England.
Vandoran stood stiffly, "My lordship, I am overwhelmed with the honour you have chosen to dispose upon me. But as you can see, I am past the point where I can gallivant around the country-side. Let alone, heading into battle against Sumerian or Incan hordes.
A frown crossed the Duke's face, "Master Vandoran, I need someone to chronicle my son's deeds and I WILL have one."
"Come, come, my Duke. Follow me," ushered Vandoran as he put his arm around the Duke's shoulders and guide him through the rows of desk and scribbling scribes. He continued, "What you need is a scribe that is that is still young and in good enough shape to keep up with the warriors. What sort of description could do of a battle when I am lagging behind like the old man that I am. Think of the wondrous detail that a younger scribe could describe the thundering charge of the horses and the splintering wood as the spears break against the charge." He held up a hand, when the Duke opened his mouth to interrupt, "Please, my lordship, let me continue. The person I have in mind is also a fine scribe. His characters are neat and flow smoothly. Of course, he is still relatively new to being a scribe, but that means that he will only get better."
This time the Duke interrupted regardless of a raised hand or not, after all he was a noble, "I'm not sure about this. He is a still young he will not have acquired the skills that you have that made your epics so famous."
Master Vandoran nodded at this, "I understand your point. Well, your lordship, what if I were to offer to work with the lad after the war was over to polish it up a bit, would that be sufficient?" The Duke stopped and mulled it over for a minute, "You truly are a Master, ďhe acknowledged, "that would be sufficient. So, who is the young scribe?" The Master Scribe pointed towards the back corner. And guided the Duke towards Frederick's desk.
Frederick hurried to catch up to the point where he had been before the tear had wrecked the page; he looked up as he heard steps approaching. He filled with a mix of fear and curiosity. Was the not satisfied with the just the farm, was he coming to put him into debtor's servitude? He returned Master Vandoran's smile with a smile one of his own. That smile helped drain some of the fear away; he rose and bowed towards the Duke as his father taught him.
This pleased the Duke, "I glad to see that young people still have manners nowadays."
"My lordship, this is Frederick Stone. As you can see he is more then capable of handling himself," introduced Master Vandoran
"You ride, boy?" asked the Duke
"Letters?", "Yes.", "Numbers?", "Yes.", "Family?"
"Well, boy, answer me," the Duke demanded after Frederick hesitated to answer.
"N... no... no, sir," stammered Frederick.
"Good. Tomorrow show up at the manor with your belongings and your equipment by noon tomorrow."
"I understand, sir." With that confirmation from Frederick, the Duke nodded his thanks to Master Vandoran and strode out of the office.
Master Vandoran smiled one of his trademark weary smiles, "Don't worry, Frederick. I wouldn't have suggested you for the job, if I didn't think you can handle it. It will be dangerous, but youíre a strong man. Come lets up and gather up the supplies your going to need.
The next day Frederick walked up the manor, he was laden with bags. He had a ruck sack over his shoulder that contained a couple changes of clothes, his personal journal and his most cherished procession, an iron dagger with his initials craved into the hilt of the blade. The dagger was given to him by his father for his eighteenth birthday, two years ago. In his arms he carried two saddle bags. One contained a small tome and an assortment of parchment. The final book would be put together after the war was over. The second bag contained a variety of writing materials. When he was writing on the go, he had a supply of charcoal. He also had three jars of cheap but durable ink, securely capped and packed. The bag also contained a several jars of fine sand, used to dry the ink faster.
As he approached the door to the manor, two guards wearing leather armor and wearing the dull orange livery and dragon of Duke Mayberry of Nottingham. Both of them had a grim look on their face and were fingering the hilt of their swords. The larger one, who was still shorter then Frederick, stepped out into his way, "The Duke doesn't entertain salesmen," he stated, "Be on your way."
"Actually," Frederick began, "I'm the scribe the Duke hired." The guard looked Frederick up and down and started laughing, "You a scribe? Nice try, but I don't buy it; get the hell out of here."
As the guard was turning away, Frederick commented, "Um, I don't think so. Go, get the Duke, he'll tell why I'm here." This just angered the guard, "Are you talking back to me, boy," said the guard, "I told you to go away."
"And, told you that I can't," replied Frederick. The guard responded by drawing his bronze sword and advancing. The second guard did the same. Frederick stepped back and looked back and forth frantically for a place to put down his equipment. He was at the point where he was going to throw his stuff at the guard when he saw a young man about his age approaching from around the side of the building, seeing what was going on he broke into a run and shouted, "Gervis, stand-down. This man is to be my scribe."
Gervis, the first guard, looked stunned, "This brute is actually a scribe, sir?"
"Indeed he his, Gervis, but I was thinking that your the brute," quipped the young man. He turned his attention to Frederick, "You must be Frederick, and Iím William. Please, excuse Gervis; Father hires his guards based on their skill with a blade, not their social skills." William grabbed the top saddle bag and slung it over his shoulder.
Frederick spoke up, "Thank you, sir. But be careful with that bag, it has a number of ink vials in there."
"Oh, sorry. You take this stuff pretty seriously? And don't call me sir, William will do. I'm no Duke and never will be," replied William.
The young scribe just shrugged his massive shoulders, "Have to it's my job. If I'm going to do something, I'm going to do it right." The young lord led them through the manor; Frederick was amazing by the sheer size of the building. He had been amazed by the houses on the city, but this dwarfed them all. His farm house had a kitchen, two bedrooms and the main room. They walked past door after door, hall after hall. Frederick stopped every once in a while to stare at some object or another; their was a golden statue craved in the shape of the Mayan god Kukulcan that was almost half as tall as Frederick. Their were paintings from the Dutch Kingdom and marble carvings from the Byzantine Imperium. The sheer amounts of wealth hear was overwhelming, why did the Duke have to take his father's farm when he had all this money as his disposal.
Frederick would have quickly got lost in the labyrinth of hallways and rooms, but William strode confidently through all the twists and turns. William carried an aura of confidence that many people his age didn't have. William was roughly the same height as the scribe, but his hair was more sandy brown and cut into the latest style, where Frederick's was dark brown and his hair was just simple combed in a somewhat tidy mop. Where Frederick was a solid mass of muscle from working on the farm for most of his life, the young lord was more defined and wiry. His strength was deceptive in nature.
He stopped outside of a door that looked the same to every other door in the hall, at least to Frederick. "Ok Frederick, this is your room, at least for tonight." He opened the door to reveal a small room, that had a simple dresser for clothes, a small chest by the foot of a bed with a thick mattress made up with silk sheets. Frederick jaw dropped, this was way out of his league. "Pick your jaw off the floor and letís put this stuff down somewhere. There are plenty of young ladies waiting to meet our acquaintance and wouldn't want to keep them waiting."
"Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that we're going out drinking tonight? We ride out tomorrow to meet the rest of my unit, but Father thinks that it would be a good idea for us to get to know each other before we get going and I can't think of a better way to get to know each other then over a mug or several of ale and a pretty woman in our arms. Don't worry, Father's footing the bill. So what say you?"
"How can I turn that down," replied Frederick with a shrug.
Later that night, actually early the next morning Frederick and William stumbled out of a brothel arm. Both of them were wearing a giddy smile on their face and both incredible drunk. Together, they stumbled back to the manor managing only to fall down twice on the way there. Frederickís last drunken thoughts before he past were, that William was an OK guy and that his hang was going to all Williamís fault, after that everything became dark.
Jun 20, 2006, 07:30 AM
This is quite funny :D - does it have any relation to the game? :hmm: