Gem Hound
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TerraNES: The Civil Experiment
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Charles, were I to get into this, where might a player be needed?
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Abdal rode with his men from Lybia. The desert their was far too empty for the bandits tastes. His men sought for more pillaging and burning. Abdal himself had not raided a caravan in days. The infamous bandit had grown bored. The desert rolled far and wide in all directions. The great home, were only the toughest survive. The land of the scorpion. In itsself the greatest enemy of any attmpt by the fools who called themselves civilized to put a stop to Abdal's power. The bandit laughed. The caravans always followed the same routs. They always took paths from oasis to oasis, minimizing time on the burning sands. They had no knowledge of true desert survival. Easy Pickings.
The desert rolled endlessly on. Abdal came to a place where the ground had been disturbed slightly. It took him little tim to realize: A lizard had been here, thus there was an oasis nearby. His men rode toward it. They were in the no mans land between Nubia and Axum. At the oasis, a farm boy had his sheep.
"We shall feast well tonight", proclaimed Abdal, as his men charged the camp, killing the shephard boy and most of the flock. The sheap they would eat. The boy was burried in the sands so that birds should not reveal the location of the camp.
The Port of Axum Minister came in worried and as was his custom, in an unnecissary rush "Our caravans are being attacked by desert tribesmen great king." Zoskales looked up from the foregin text that he was reading, a Nubian port record. "That is worriesom news. We must act". Responded the King. See that caravans are better defended next time. Spread orders for an army.
Soon the news was known throughout Axum: men capable of wielding weapons were to enlist in an army to guard the caravans and deal with the tribesman. Pay would be good for the soldiers. Spears were given to the voulenteers, the inocent merchants will not be so easily prayed upon by barbarians in the future.
Build a spearman
The desert rolled endlessly on. Abdal came to a place where the ground had been disturbed slightly. It took him little tim to realize: A lizard had been here, thus there was an oasis nearby. His men rode toward it. They were in the no mans land between Nubia and Axum. At the oasis, a farm boy had his sheep.
"We shall feast well tonight", proclaimed Abdal, as his men charged the camp, killing the shephard boy and most of the flock. The sheap they would eat. The boy was burried in the sands so that birds should not reveal the location of the camp.
The Port of Axum Minister came in worried and as was his custom, in an unnecissary rush "Our caravans are being attacked by desert tribesmen great king." Zoskales looked up from the foregin text that he was reading, a Nubian port record. "That is worriesom news. We must act". Responded the King. See that caravans are better defended next time. Spread orders for an army.
Soon the news was known throughout Axum: men capable of wielding weapons were to enlist in an army to guard the caravans and deal with the tribesman. Pay would be good for the soldiers. Spears were given to the voulenteers, the inocent merchants will not be so easily prayed upon by barbarians in the future.
Build a spearman
Gem Hound
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finished my story. 
Terrance888
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China needs some people, especially someone to revitalize Zhangate (send orders tomarrow, prepare to face the Xiong/Mongol Horde) or the Long River to the south to rival Xilarong.
In Europe, it's very busy, but a Upper-middle eastern power would help connect our areas. I'm trying to do that with Rhodes, but it's gonna be weak connection for a long time.
Also: Hittites.
@ Spaceman: great story, but I won't add you until Thursday for my Mini-update, where I'll fix up all the maps/mistakes and add you in. Just want to know if you want to be in the Center of the Ethiopian blob or be in the northern part (In Real Life Askum?)
In Europe, it's very busy, but a Upper-middle eastern power would help connect our areas. I'm trying to do that with Rhodes, but it's gonna be weak connection for a long time.
Also: Hittites.
@ Spaceman: great story, but I won't add you until Thursday for my Mini-update, where I'll fix up all the maps/mistakes and add you in. Just want to know if you want to be in the Center of the Ethiopian blob or be in the northern part (In Real Life Askum?)
SouthernKing
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Terrance, do I automatically get moved to the middle bronze age, or do I have to do something else first?
Terrance888
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Sorry, still trying to figure out how much Research you have to do.
The basic gist is that the ability to upgrade is in itself a "tech", then you have to go 50 Research to upgrade. Or 100? or 75? I need to balance it.
Anyway, you will get some research free every turn, paying will speed it up a bit, creative investment will speed it up more. I'm setting it at 75 now, and raising/lowering it depending on the player.
*roll* You start at 6/75 research, Gyrid starts at 3/75.
The basic gist is that the ability to upgrade is in itself a "tech", then you have to go 50 Research to upgrade. Or 100? or 75? I need to balance it.
Anyway, you will get some research free every turn, paying will speed it up a bit, creative investment will speed it up more. I'm setting it at 75 now, and raising/lowering it depending on the player.
*roll* You start at 6/75 research, Gyrid starts at 3/75.
KaiserElectric
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Hey, what gives Terrance?
Terrance888
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My mother did.
I'm not going to god mod. That's your roll, fair and square. At least be glad it isn't Roll to Dodge, or else most of you would have been destroyed by your low rolls instead of being set back a bit. I don't make many rolls, the few I do are for things I don't trust my judgement for.
I'm not going to god mod. That's your roll, fair and square. At least be glad it isn't Roll to Dodge, or else most of you would have been destroyed by your low rolls instead of being set back a bit. I don't make many rolls, the few I do are for things I don't trust my judgement for.
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From Sarkov to Samnia
We need land for expansion. Surrender now and the defeat that you face will be lesser. You will be fully integrated into the nation and allowed to keep your customs and beliefs. Fail to do so and the hammer of the gods will descend upon you.
OOC: Hopefully this stops that troublesome war before I have to call up more troops.
We need land for expansion. Surrender now and the defeat that you face will be lesser. You will be fully integrated into the nation and allowed to keep your customs and beliefs. Fail to do so and the hammer of the gods will descend upon you.
OOC: Hopefully this stops that troublesome war before I have to call up more troops.
Eltain
Deity
Part I: Overseer Magnalorum
d'Jango Magnalorum sipped his greenleaf tea from the mug he had traded for in the markets in the city. From a periphery town in the west, he was told. It was of surprising quality- engraved with small figures wielding spears, and then taking them via river to a city somewhere in the south of Valyria. He wasn't too clear on the details- all this was rather new to him.
A Cytrian had approached him in his home town in western Thloryn- no longer a desirable region to live in, he had determined. The Cytrian had offered him a position as the overseer of the construction of city walls in northern Valyria. He had studied long under the famous member of the Stone Cutters Guild Vaziri Minnora, but he never thought he would be offered such a role.
Needless to say, the offer intrigued him. Go to the backwater, and build them a grand, grand pair of walls, and maybe become immortal for it. Immortal in the eyes of the BackWaterians, as he jokingly called them, anyway. In all reality he rather enjoyed the ways of the Cytrians. They proved a stark contrast to the ways of the peoples of the rest of the western continent.
One thing which was rather odd- in his own opinion- was that the Cytrians extinguised all lights after the fourth hour of darkness in the city of Ctesiphod. He was told this was in honor of anyone's ancestors who lived after death in the city, for that was the only time when they could visit this world again. Needlessly focused on the past. In his own opinion.
A small bell dinged in the room outside. Ahh, lunch time was over. It was another odd custom of the Cytrians- to take lunch well after the mid-day hour, when the sun bore its brightest - and hottest - down on the farmers and laborers. Then they would go back to work until the sun set. He stood up from his chair - a circular seat with 5 legs, but no back - and surveyed the room again. It was large, for the area - maybe 20 feet across and 10 feet wide. It was the dining hall of the richer workers involved in the project - and doubled as a meeting space nightly.
Exiting through the door fresh air and a cool breeze greeted him. That great room had gotten stuffy, having no windows and only candles. Why wouldn't they have windows, or close the door? A calming sight welcomed him. The city walls rising around the only proper city in the region - Ctesiphod, city of migrants. From where he was standing he could only see the inside of the inner walls - where great mounds of dirt, to be covered in grasses eventually - were being put in place to back the great monstrosities. These backwards western people had barely mastered the two story buildings - this project would make him immortal.
He strolled along the base of the wall, where the dirt mounds had yet to be shoveled into place. A great undertaking, shifting small mountains like this. It took an army of slaves, most of whom he had hand-picked, and even brought some with him from Thloryn. Those he had brought with him wore the traditional robes -or Toga- of his homeland, while the others wore - and preferred - the bare loincloth.
"You there, slave." d'Jango said abruptly, addressing a tall, muscular, beardless man.
"Yes, Overseer." the slave replied smartly, standing straight backed and leaving his load on the ground.
"Sayoril, is it?" he asked.
The slave smiled. D'Jango had been rightly branded a kind man. Even took the time to learn his slaves names.
"Yes. my lord. Third Class Sylan, from Toras-Nath, at your service."
Ahh yes, the slave class system. It had been developped long ago by the Nicatta Rgatas, he recalled. There were five classes of slaves- the top three of which were merely indentured servants, paid a small amount, but still given free room and board. It was a nice system, and if your owner wasn't a cruel man, you could slowly grow out of the slave-class and into the citizen class.
"Third class, from as far away as Toras-Nath? Why, most people from here have hardly ever heard of your homeland." d'Jango remarked.
"No, sir. I came here from Samnia, on a trade curragh headed this way. I've been travelling my whole life, just on the road. It's how I am."
"Then how did you become a slave in Ctesiphod? Surely the Samnites would've had a better time with a southern slave. Treated you worse, too, I imagine."
"You'd be surprised, Overseer. Things've changed, I'm told. Anyway, I had been caught stealing from a bread vendor outside the city. Took me in, and put me to work at his bakery. Pumping flour into dough, day and night."
"Call me Magna." d'Jango realized this boy couldn't be more than 15 years old. His whole attitude about the Samnites showed he didn't know much about what was going on down there.
"Okay, Magna. Magnalor, right?" the slave asked.
"Magnalorum. From the Greek 'of great men.' It was my father's name, and his father's before him. Needless to say I don't deserve it."
"Nonesense. The Overseer Magnalorum of the Walls of Ctesiphod. Engineer, Leader, Friend of the Slave. There's rumors of your kindness circulating all the camps.
d'Jango smiled.
"I was once a slave, in Thloryn. I was taken in by the Stone Cutters' Guild, but they don't treat their slaves well. Working on my own, in addition to learning and working there, I bought myself freedom. After 20 long years of being a slave, I know what it's like."
Magnalorum bit his lip bitterly. He could still feel his scars burn at night, and remember that old bastard Minnora.
"Come, let us see about your freedom, Sayoril."
d'Jango Magnalorum sipped his greenleaf tea from the mug he had traded for in the markets in the city. From a periphery town in the west, he was told. It was of surprising quality- engraved with small figures wielding spears, and then taking them via river to a city somewhere in the south of Valyria. He wasn't too clear on the details- all this was rather new to him.
A Cytrian had approached him in his home town in western Thloryn- no longer a desirable region to live in, he had determined. The Cytrian had offered him a position as the overseer of the construction of city walls in northern Valyria. He had studied long under the famous member of the Stone Cutters Guild Vaziri Minnora, but he never thought he would be offered such a role.
Needless to say, the offer intrigued him. Go to the backwater, and build them a grand, grand pair of walls, and maybe become immortal for it. Immortal in the eyes of the BackWaterians, as he jokingly called them, anyway. In all reality he rather enjoyed the ways of the Cytrians. They proved a stark contrast to the ways of the peoples of the rest of the western continent.
One thing which was rather odd- in his own opinion- was that the Cytrians extinguised all lights after the fourth hour of darkness in the city of Ctesiphod. He was told this was in honor of anyone's ancestors who lived after death in the city, for that was the only time when they could visit this world again. Needlessly focused on the past. In his own opinion.
A small bell dinged in the room outside. Ahh, lunch time was over. It was another odd custom of the Cytrians- to take lunch well after the mid-day hour, when the sun bore its brightest - and hottest - down on the farmers and laborers. Then they would go back to work until the sun set. He stood up from his chair - a circular seat with 5 legs, but no back - and surveyed the room again. It was large, for the area - maybe 20 feet across and 10 feet wide. It was the dining hall of the richer workers involved in the project - and doubled as a meeting space nightly.
Exiting through the door fresh air and a cool breeze greeted him. That great room had gotten stuffy, having no windows and only candles. Why wouldn't they have windows, or close the door? A calming sight welcomed him. The city walls rising around the only proper city in the region - Ctesiphod, city of migrants. From where he was standing he could only see the inside of the inner walls - where great mounds of dirt, to be covered in grasses eventually - were being put in place to back the great monstrosities. These backwards western people had barely mastered the two story buildings - this project would make him immortal.
He strolled along the base of the wall, where the dirt mounds had yet to be shoveled into place. A great undertaking, shifting small mountains like this. It took an army of slaves, most of whom he had hand-picked, and even brought some with him from Thloryn. Those he had brought with him wore the traditional robes -or Toga- of his homeland, while the others wore - and preferred - the bare loincloth.
"You there, slave." d'Jango said abruptly, addressing a tall, muscular, beardless man.
"Yes, Overseer." the slave replied smartly, standing straight backed and leaving his load on the ground.
"Sayoril, is it?" he asked.
The slave smiled. D'Jango had been rightly branded a kind man. Even took the time to learn his slaves names.
"Yes. my lord. Third Class Sylan, from Toras-Nath, at your service."
Ahh yes, the slave class system. It had been developped long ago by the Nicatta Rgatas, he recalled. There were five classes of slaves- the top three of which were merely indentured servants, paid a small amount, but still given free room and board. It was a nice system, and if your owner wasn't a cruel man, you could slowly grow out of the slave-class and into the citizen class.
"Third class, from as far away as Toras-Nath? Why, most people from here have hardly ever heard of your homeland." d'Jango remarked.
"No, sir. I came here from Samnia, on a trade curragh headed this way. I've been travelling my whole life, just on the road. It's how I am."
"Then how did you become a slave in Ctesiphod? Surely the Samnites would've had a better time with a southern slave. Treated you worse, too, I imagine."
"You'd be surprised, Overseer. Things've changed, I'm told. Anyway, I had been caught stealing from a bread vendor outside the city. Took me in, and put me to work at his bakery. Pumping flour into dough, day and night."
"Call me Magna." d'Jango realized this boy couldn't be more than 15 years old. His whole attitude about the Samnites showed he didn't know much about what was going on down there.
"Okay, Magna. Magnalor, right?" the slave asked.
"Magnalorum. From the Greek 'of great men.' It was my father's name, and his father's before him. Needless to say I don't deserve it."
"Nonesense. The Overseer Magnalorum of the Walls of Ctesiphod. Engineer, Leader, Friend of the Slave. There's rumors of your kindness circulating all the camps.
d'Jango smiled.
"I was once a slave, in Thloryn. I was taken in by the Stone Cutters' Guild, but they don't treat their slaves well. Working on my own, in addition to learning and working there, I bought myself freedom. After 20 long years of being a slave, I know what it's like."
Magnalorum bit his lip bitterly. He could still feel his scars burn at night, and remember that old bastard Minnora.
"Come, let us see about your freedom, Sayoril."
Optical
The Fall of the Eleventh
"So you want to help us. That's a first."
The new emissary to the Xiong horde was being addressed by its leader. As Lun Dang looked up, he saw not the raider's features he had expected, but those of an aging - possibly aged about sixty-five years - man. His sons were standing on either side, and were more in the mould of a typical Xiong nomad.
"We will accept your assistance. On a few conditions, which I will discuss with you later. We will not put too large a burden on yuor people, but we cannot allow for any potential betrayal to occur.
I trust that you are an honest man."
Emissary Lun nodded.
"Will I have your word that you will return with your armies once you have taken word to your Silent Emperor? Can I expect that you will be their senior officer?"
"I have military experience, lord, more than almost any man in Xila lands. If the agreement requires it, it will be so."
"That is fortunate. I need your people, ambassador. That does not mean I trust them, any more than my ambitious brothers or impatient sons, waiting for me to die. You, I can work with. Can you keep secrets?"
The Xila man simply bowed his head.
"Come over here, ambassador."
Lun did.
"All men die, Lun Dang. On the field of battle, on a deathbed, in a medical tent. My time is near.
Ugeden is my youngest son, but he also has the most level head out of all the contestants to the throne. Any other candidate's rule will destroy the Xiong. If you and yours can secure his succession, you will have all the Xiong's eternal gratitude. Both dead, and alive."
The new emissary to the Xiong horde was being addressed by its leader. As Lun Dang looked up, he saw not the raider's features he had expected, but those of an aging - possibly aged about sixty-five years - man. His sons were standing on either side, and were more in the mould of a typical Xiong nomad.
"We will accept your assistance. On a few conditions, which I will discuss with you later. We will not put too large a burden on yuor people, but we cannot allow for any potential betrayal to occur.
I trust that you are an honest man."
Emissary Lun nodded.
"Will I have your word that you will return with your armies once you have taken word to your Silent Emperor? Can I expect that you will be their senior officer?"
"I have military experience, lord, more than almost any man in Xila lands. If the agreement requires it, it will be so."
"That is fortunate. I need your people, ambassador. That does not mean I trust them, any more than my ambitious brothers or impatient sons, waiting for me to die. You, I can work with. Can you keep secrets?"
The Xila man simply bowed his head.
"Come over here, ambassador."
Lun did.
"All men die, Lun Dang. On the field of battle, on a deathbed, in a medical tent. My time is near.
Ugeden is my youngest son, but he also has the most level head out of all the contestants to the throne. Any other candidate's rule will destroy the Xiong. If you and yours can secure his succession, you will have all the Xiong's eternal gratitude. Both dead, and alive."
Terrance888
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From Samnia to Sarkov
Recognize our rights to our land. Recognize that Bellevetum is the second capital of the Samnites, the way Sarkov is of the Vallarians. We will accept you only if you accept us as equals.
Eltain
Deity
To: King Sarkov
From: The Nicatta O'Ragda (Ctesiphod)
Your aggressive tendancies will not go unpaid. Recognize the city of Bellevetum as independant, and we will overlook your aggression into our lands.
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To Samnia From Sarkov
We offer this in exchange; withdraw support for organized pockets of Samnite resistance in our lands and agree to become a vassal state loyal to Sarkov and we will agree to your terms.
To Nicatta O'Ragda, From King Markrov I
We are asking for a peace treaty and asking for an end to the war. Our offer to the Samnites exists above, and we are willing to accept a differing peace agreement with you. Again, what is the price for peace besides the Samnite issue?
We offer this in exchange; withdraw support for organized pockets of Samnite resistance in our lands and agree to become a vassal state loyal to Sarkov and we will agree to your terms.
To Nicatta O'Ragda, From King Markrov I
We are asking for a peace treaty and asking for an end to the war. Our offer to the Samnites exists above, and we are willing to accept a differing peace agreement with you. Again, what is the price for peace besides the Samnite issue?
Terrance888
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To Sarkov from Bellavetum
Very well. Swear to your gods, and we to ours, to smite those who break the terms of the agreement. That we are to become your vassals and cease supporting the freedom fighters, and you to treat all samnites as equals, and that Bellavetum is the capital of the Samnian region.
Very well. Swear to your gods, and we to ours, to smite those who break the terms of the agreement. That we are to become your vassals and cease supporting the freedom fighters, and you to treat all samnites as equals, and that Bellavetum is the capital of the Samnian region.
Eltain
Deity
To: Honorable King Markrov I
From: The Nicatta O'Ragda of Ctesiphod
Agreed, we will let the issue rest. We would instead request 1 EP in reparations for the towns raided, and the right to the two unclaimed towns between our great lands.
From: The Nicatta O'Ragda of Ctesiphod
Agreed, we will let the issue rest. We would instead request 1 EP in reparations for the towns raided, and the right to the two unclaimed towns between our great lands.
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From Sarkov to Samnia
It is agreed then. We swear to our gods to uphold this treaty faithfully until the world burns out. Until then, we look forward to this profitable working agreement.
From King Markrov I to the Niccatta O'Ragda of Ctesiphod
Agreed. Would you also agree to the reopening of trade routes between our two fair nations as well as other agreements between our nations? We can go far in the world together.
It is agreed then. We swear to our gods to uphold this treaty faithfully until the world burns out. Until then, we look forward to this profitable working agreement.
From King Markrov I to the Niccatta O'Ragda of Ctesiphod
Agreed. Would you also agree to the reopening of trade routes between our two fair nations as well as other agreements between our nations? We can go far in the world together.
Terrance888
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Update 3A
The Chinese Combat Communications
2900-2875
The Chinese Combat Communications
2900-2875
The great Xiong Horde finally arrived upon China. The Free Cities, ignored both by Xilaroi and by Zhangat, prepared to defend the bridges with their lives. All across the river axes rang to the sound of men destroying bridges before the Horde itself arrived while the men of the Cities, still untrusting of each other, gather to fight.
What they didn’t realize is that Xilaroi didn’t ignore them. While their armies are crushed one by one to the north with Chariot and Arrows, their cities fell one by one to Xilaroi’s seigecraft and their Long Spears. Many wondered of the Emperor’s alliance with the aging Xiong Khan, whose death many hopes will start the succession crisis which has plagued many barbarian hordes before.
Zhangat received the volunteers and survivors, but still refuses to move out of the pass. They will defend there against Xilaroi and the Xiong, and will take all comers.
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Changes of Note: Axum is added at their position. Kush, a peaceful hill tribe learning agriculture forms at the Nile. Youmon, a fishing people benefiting from the Red Sea branch of the trade, is developing spices.
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