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I don't believe it! I nearly fell off my chair when I read the notification in my email inbox. I can't wait to see how this pans out.

I've only just breifly read this but what I've picked up is very good. I love these sort of stories. Gonna have to get mine into action. Kudos!

Good luck with this...I played with and wrote a story about my Mongolian escapades which sadly resulted in destruction at the hands of the Chinese after a rather foolish but profitable raid. Good times...

I am enjoying this story alot...TETurkhan maps rock...just reading this story and looking at the excellent pics reminds me of some of my best games on this scenario...conquering the world with the Romans, making stacks of enemies and constanty at war with the Songhai, settling in North America...

For as far as the eye could see, the landscape was cruel and oppressive. From an overbearing and blazing sun there was nowhere to seek refuge. The rolling countryside was in places blanketed by ankle high grass, brownish in hue as if it were dead. Whatever pathetic excuse for plant life that was...

As promised, a new chapter... Wretched sounds of torturous gagging filled the dank and confined torture chambers deep within the chancellor’s palace, hidden away from the everyday activities of government in Munich. People knew it was there but few ventured even remotely close to this evil...

Hello again...I thought I would resurrect my old Persia story, full of intrigue, death, civil war and treachery...something like that anyway. I had a story about Russia going on not long ago but the file died so that wont be continuing. This one I have been working on and off for the last three...

Heres a bit more...I havent forgotten Dimitry had no idea how long he was out for. In reality it had been only for ten seconds. Upon returning to conciousness he found he was soaking wet. The bright midday sun had given way to low cloud. It had begun to rain just as Dimitry was knocked out...

A long convoy of trucks snaked along a dusty road out of the military station. The road traveled along the train tracks for some distance before veering to the west towards Beltsy. The odd train moved along the lines, carrying refugees away from the town or moving scarce ammunition into the town...

The next few days passed with torture, amid the customary field drills, short rifle practice, mess duties and general cleaning about the large base. Dimitry had a rest day during the week and took the opportunity to catch up on sleep. He was awoken by Private Petr, who shook him with urgency...

Go for mining...ravage those resources my friend...you'll need them

Wow, its been ages since setting virtual foot into this great forum, late 2006 methinks...very quiet I see. Not many 'new' stories around, 'Pax Romana' is still floating around though sadly not updated for some time. Looks like everyone has buggered off to Civ 4 stories...oh well. This story...

Two men in civilian clothes and seven men in combat attire disembarked down the ramp of a CH-47 Chinook helicopter. One of the soldiers gave a thumbs up signal to a technician standing inside the helicopter who returned the signal and upon communicating with the pilots, the ramp begun to close...

Captain Thomas McAllister scurried behind his entrenched men, taking a good look at each of them. He implored them dig deeper into their dwindling reserves of energy, to keep fighting against the odds. McAllister shouted and screamed over the racket of machine guns, mortars, rockets and heavy...

Peter Egorov stood before the vast assembly of provincial leaders and party officials, who were standing and offering a strong round of applause that seemed to go on and shake the foundations of the Kremlin. He stood there taking in the adulations with a slight self-satisfied grin on his...

Thanks. It never had occured to me until you pointed it out, that I have been doing this for close to three years, on and off! It was a scene straight out of the medieval period. A semi dressed man, his clothes ragged, his face battered beyond recognition, lacerations and burn marks covering...

Major Frank Lopez nodded off as a French military vehicle wound its way through the rubble-strewn streets of Marseille. Exhaustion clutched at the fringes of his mind and started to take hold. The last few days had seen sleep come at a premium, if not at all, as his brave group of French...

“Sons of Persia, the bravest of men, the truest of souls, the fiercest of warriors! The time in which we have all mightily strived for is at hand. Soon we will cast down the evil that casts a black shroud over our most ancient and proudest of nations. A nation synonymous of all things...

Rain had fallen for three days and three nights. The fourth day followed a similar pattern, however, the rain had cleared early but it remained overcast and still. Otanes despised the fickle weather, where it had not rained for six months prior. Now it came down in torrents, typical of a...

The party rode for several hours, passing through several tiny villages of mud brick and thatch whose inhabitants watched them impassively from the doorways. A watery sun bore down on them and looking to the west, Darayush could see a shimmering, inviting ocean. The land was sparsely vegetated...