Prologue: The City of Gold and Chichen Pot Pies
Smoke-Jaguar admired the view from his palace. It was a bright, sunny day that had followed nearly a week of torrential downpours. Such things tended to happen a lot, as Chichen Itza was, after all, in the middle of a jungle, where it tends to rain a lot. Not that the Mayans he ruled over were aware of much else- they knew little beyond the small peninsula they lived on when it came to geography and weather.
Some might not really understand how the Mayans could do so well in such a rain forest that makes it difficult to grow food or use the land for anything else. Such fools- how they failed to understand how to find perfectly good food in a place that was literally made of edible things was a mystery to Jaguar, as was how they didn't know how to improve it without getting rid of the jungle, or how they didn't know how not to get killed by things in it.
Smoke-Jaguar had been told the date was "300 AD" by someone. He wondered what that meant- what happened 300 years ago, exactly? Nothing important he knew about. Maybe the person was a god, or something. He'd seen weirder things than that. In any case, they could have their weird, arbitrary calendar, and he'd use his weird, arbitrary calendar.
He didn't command over much, at the moment, just the small city of Chichen Itza and its population, a couple of people who wanted to fight, a couple of people who wanted to improve the land, and a couple of people who wanted to leave the city and head elsewhere.
Before sending them to do anything, he consulted his scientists for advice on what to fund money into. After much discussion, they agreed that they should come up with a way of recording things so that they wouldn't have to remember everything in their head.
The Settlers were sent out of the city to build a new one not long after, and the warriors were assigned to accompany them. Where they'd go they weren't exactly sure. Somewhere to the South, and maybe west, probably, as the Mayan maps indicated that was the only other direction there was land.
The workers, lacking much else to do, went to the shiny yellow rocks outside the city. They couldn't exactly bring more water up here without a large nearby source of fresh water, but it wasn't like they needed it. Other improvements to the terrain would do just fine.
Maybe they could use the rocks for something, although as far as Smoke-Jaguar could tell, their only value was in pretty sculptures and thrones.
Well, who cares? His throne was pretty sweet, and he couldn't argue with adding more gold to his palace.