mtgfreak
Massing Artillery
maybe we should start cyber-stalking him
the celtic peacekeepers!
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das
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Lets stalk him BOTH in the real life and in the forum. That way he won't be able to run away.
Paasky
Good News Everyone!
I'm not going to say anything about your... umm, plans.
Great story, nice pictures, beautiful.
I'm wondering why no-one has seen that the "... save the Germans from the evils of fascism ..." is quite odd.
Great story, nice pictures, beautiful.
I'm wondering why no-one has seen that the "... save the Germans from the evils of fascism ..." is quite odd.
das
Regeneration In Process
Probably because that most civilization players have saved Germany from evil Iroquois fascists at least once.
Cilpot
Pretentious Schmuck
Great story, daftpanzer! Best I have read so far!! 
It took the better part of my workday to read (but it was well worth it)
It took the better part of my workday to read (but it was well worth it)
Uncle Sam
Educated Redneck
Cilpot said:
Are you saying you were reading this from your office workspace instead of actually working?
Cilpot
Pretentious Schmuck
Uncle Sam said:Are you saying you were reading this from your office workspace instead of actually working?
Well.. um.. yeah
But it's not my fault!!! The story was to damn interesting
I had to work twice as much today, though. A lot to catch up..
phorvath2110
Upgradable to Cav
Hello,
My name is phorvath2110 and I'm a Celtic Peacekeepers story addict.
MORE MORE MORE!
My name is phorvath2110 and I'm a Celtic Peacekeepers story addict.
MORE MORE MORE!
Uncle Sam
Educated Redneck
Cilpot said:Well.. um.. yeah
You crazy Euro's. 
The Omega
Completely Insane
Daftpanzer, every day that you don't continue a story, we shall cut down a tree! But, you you return, and continue to post in the immediate future, we shall grow back TWICE as many as we cut down. It's your choice......BWUHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! 
WeaponX
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The Omega said:Daftpanzer, every day that you don't continue a story, we shall cut down a tree! But, you you return, and continue to post in the immediate future, we shall grow back TWICE as many as we cut down. It's your choice......BWUHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
YES! Daft is so screwed! :devil2:
Daftpanzer
canonically ambiguous
Ive spent probably a bit too much time on this bit and gone more 'story' style than before. Not alot happens but i wrote quite a bit. It was fun tho, gave me an excuse to mess about with paint and 3d programs again. Feel free to skip it....
Dont cut down trees! If you do i will email an army through the internet to your house and make you stop, and i will give all your land to the germans.
Thanks again for replies
Dont cut down trees! If you do i will email an army through the internet to your house and make you stop, and i will give all your land to the germans.
Thanks again for replies
Hail the daft.
Daftpanzer
canonically ambiguous
In 949bc, as a young celtic diplomatic advisor, Orgetorix was assigned to the Mayan city of Chichen Itza. Orgetorix had trained in military arts for several years, but chose to join the intelligence effort, working for established diplomats where he would sometimes be used as an unofficial spy. This was a good way to see more of the world without the distractions of fighting wars.
The celts needed to know if the important and symbolic city of Chichen Itza could defend itself against the growing threat of the Dutch in the surrounding areas, and to decide whether or not to intervene. The celtic army had one captured this city in a war centuries ago. Now, they wanted to see it protected from foreign invaders. Nearby Palenque had already fallen to the Dutch some years previously, and they were probing for further weakness. The decision was not to be taken lightly - the celts had the vast majority of forces fighting hard against the new fascist Empire of France, all the way across the oceans.
In Chichen Itza, like a lot of cities these days, plain buildings of brick and iron were sprouting up everywhere. But in the ancient heart of the city, spreading out along the coast, there were huge ancient plazas surrounded by magnificent stone buildings, covered everywhere with cravings of patterns, animals, humans and gods (it was sometimes hard to tell which in the ornamental mayan style, but the effect was no less impressive).
Steaming towards the mayan coast from the eastern ocean, first the great pyramids became visible on the horizon, towering above even the most modern buildings. Then, the great dome of the citys ancient observatory could be seen, the old metal still reflecting the sunlight in places, dazzling the eye. Then finally, coming round into the harbour, ships passed a small island on which a great mausoleum had been built to some great Mayan king centuries ago. The monument was maintained in its original condition, an amazing and beautiful display of the Mayan art of stone-carving at its height.
Through the ages, historians had written and argued about many great buildings and achievements, wonders of the world. Whoever you talked to, most agreed that about half of the whole worlds wonders were to be found in this single city. Surely, if a few ancient wars had turned out differently, it would be mayan and not celtic civilization that would be the most important in the continent.
Or maybe the mayans spent too much time on these wonders and neglected to build a stronger nation as a whole. As it was, about half the ancient lands and cities originally founded by the mayans were in the hands of the Celts (strategic peacekeeping
occupied areas), Dutch, Incans and Hittites, and this had been so for many years.
This city, although in places lacking the elegance and beauty of Celtic architecture and urban planning, was unlike anything Orgetorix had seen before. Maybe this was the greatest city in the world, it was easy to think that when surrounded by so many great monuments. The local dock workers, however, were more interested in the sturdy iron-and-steel Celtic steamboat which had carried Orgetorix here, which was tied up alongside dozens of traditional, colourful wooden sailing boats of the type the Mayans still used.
After a brief interrogation by mayan port officials, Orgetorix was given an escort to the decorative, but quite dilapidated old temple-like building where the Celtic ambassador to the mayans was now placed. On the way, Orgetorix had seen strange propaganda posters, disturbing like the fascist iconology of the Iroquai and French fascist regimes. When he met the celtic ambassador - an old, greying man, but of a very regal and dignified nature he confirmed the worst. A new fascist government was starting to assert its power over the mayan nation.
I guess it had to happen some time said Orgetorix, At least I can report home we dont have to worry about a mayan collapse fascism seems effective at creating swarms of soldiers.
The older man smiled slightly and nodded.
It definitely complicates things
Havent people learnt by now, that fascism doesnt lead anywhere? Forget the defence of the city, we should help the Dutch take it, and teach the Mayans a lesson
The old man laughed softly, then finally looked at his much younger companion with a disturbing seriousness in his eyes
Can you really blame them, though? Fascism gives them a feeling of power and importance. The things we helped take from them in the past
Orgetorix was surprised. They talked some more, and the conversation turned to the war against France.
Listen to me Think of the new war, and think of the previous one, and all our wars before that Throughout history, we, the celts, have tried to limit the power of those aggressive peoples, the would-be dicators. In the name of peace and justice, we have conquered land and cities, and either taken them for ourselves, for all our pretences, or we re-assigned them to the weaker nations. But can you see what happens?
The old man paused for a moment, but Orgetorix was silent, surprised. Then the ambassador continued
We havent managed to achieve balance. All the time, we are fighting to protect some nation, we fight, many of us die, but sometimes we win. And then we confiscate some land to break to power of the enemy, and then we leave. And after that, maybe decades after we thought all would be well, we find that the situation continues, or it is reversed and a new generation must fight to defend the previous aggressor.
Orgetorix replied
Your saying all of our military efforts through recent centuries, theyve all been in vain?
Not in vain, no not at all. We have saved civilizations from destruction more than once, and in recent years we have been there to prevent any hostile super-powers from forming. I do believe, it is the destiny of our civilization to bring peace and balance to the world. But weve still got some way to go before we learn just how to do that.
Well, what would you suggest? There was another pause. Orgetorix was interested in the old mans views, he was obviously intelligent and well aware of the world situation. But Orgetorix was not prepared to be lectured by someone who couldnt be constructive also. The old man seemed a little surprised by the direct question, but replied without hesitation.
I dont pretend to have all the answers, but for one thing I see a trend now in our government and military to try to create more and more of the peacekeeping occupation zones, and to swallow as much land as possible under our protection. This makes us overextended. Do you know that half our infantry forces are used up garrisoning useless, remote outposts? And each year, resentment of our power grows, and we face more and more potential enemies. Were going to reach a time when our power is broken.
The old man went on,
Instead of this, we should restore all of the ancient boundaries, the lands originally claimed by settlement, not war. Bring home our troops from half of our current outposts and strive to give each nation its ancient, traditional territory, regardless of whove theyve been trying to conquer or how strong their military is
This seemed foolish to Orgetorix
But then strong aggressive nations will always remain strong and ready to strike
And our forces will always be there! Provided that we retain a few forts and bases throughout the world, only in the border regions where ownership cannot be claimed by any one nation. There will always be warmongers, but if nations are restored to their natural borders all over the world, I think then we will see a much more peaceful age. We cant force peace by taking land from others, we become the dictators ourselves then, and if we arent brought down by endless wars, we will still destroy our own culture from within. You should remember this, its people like you who will be in the forefront in future
It was hard for Orgetorix to imagine himself at the forefront of anything, its not where he wanted to be, it was all too chaotic. He was also surprised at this diplomat, perhaps the old man had been sent off to foreign lands to keep him from influencing the celtic high council. Or maybe he chose to distance himself from it all, to preserve his own dignity. It already seemed to Orgetorix that the current rulers of Celtonia were intent on occupying Spain and Mexico for an extended period, if our forces were able to prise these regions from Frances grip, for the purposes of security and development of the region, with the accidental bonus of obtaining all the luxuries and resources to be found there.
They talked on, about the world, about war and history, ideals and visions for the future. It was not until later that Orgetorix realised they had been talking like Celtonia was free to reshape the world at will this was definitely not the case. There was still a strong fascist French empire, fascist Iroquai, now fascist Mayans, and growing Dutch aggressions, and other hostile nations all across the world. Many brave celtic warriors had fought and died throughout history for the noble ideals, while men talked of their views and opinions and their grand schemes away from the death and destruction. Many more lives would be lost in the course of the next few years as Orgetorix would find out.
The intelligence gathering mission was short and simple. 8 Divisions of riflemen garrisoned the city and surrounding area. Each division had its own small shrine at one of the larger temples in the city, to which the civilians could pray for the safety of their soldiers and for victory in battle. The number of troops was a stronger defence than any celtic city. The fascist mayan government made little secret of the citys defences and declared that the dutch aggressors would never capture it. In any case, the fact that mayans were now fascists meant the celts were less interested in the immediate defence of their nation.
Then, a new concern arose. News came that the Dutch were on the brink of capturing Hittite land all the way over on the west coast, which was the next assignment for Orgetorix. The Hittites were exhausted by war with the Byzantines to their north. They seemed seriously threatened by the Dutch, there were already reports of some battles on the borders.
So Orgetorix left the dramatic city of Chichen Itza, but would remember the new ideas he had learned there. The first part of the journey to the next trouble spot involved travel by sea around the chilly south of the continent, on another sturdy little steamboat, to the quiet celtic naval outpost of Coritan. It was a journey of over a week through cold, stormy and unpleasant seas, made less depressing by the occasional sighting of pretty dutch settlements along the snowy coast, and then the gradual improvement of the weather as they neared the Hittite coast and warmer climates.
Arriving at Coritan island gave a chance to read up on news of the war with France hard fought victories, Spain almost freed from the French armies, further advances on all fronts, but news of French insurgent forces causing trouble for the Germans and Iroquai deep in the heart of the other continent.
Orgetorix received amended orders from the diplomatic council to head for the Hittite city of Ugarit in the interior of the mainland, and assess any threat to the area posed by the Dutch. Getting there took some time, as there was no railroads yet in the Hittite nation. It seemed all there was were bleak, empty grasslands. There was little sign of large-scale farming, presumably for lack of reliable water sources for irrigation. The flat landscape was criss-crossed by lanes and roads that stretched between the horizons.
There where no great cities here, but smaller cities and towns. The unusual Hittite architecture of the buildings that were to be found was quite interesting to see, a culture group unlike anything else in the world. There seemed to be a character of resilience in the people and the small dusty towns that were scattered about. But also, there seemed to be signs of exhaustion and defeatism.
Orgetorix finally reached Ugarit a week later. The closer he got to the city, the more people seemed to be fleeing in the opposite direction along the road, and the more desperate they seemed. This didnt look good, but Orgetorix could not urn back without at least confirming the situation. He arrived just in time to hear the first shouts and gunshots.
The celts needed to know if the important and symbolic city of Chichen Itza could defend itself against the growing threat of the Dutch in the surrounding areas, and to decide whether or not to intervene. The celtic army had one captured this city in a war centuries ago. Now, they wanted to see it protected from foreign invaders. Nearby Palenque had already fallen to the Dutch some years previously, and they were probing for further weakness. The decision was not to be taken lightly - the celts had the vast majority of forces fighting hard against the new fascist Empire of France, all the way across the oceans.
In Chichen Itza, like a lot of cities these days, plain buildings of brick and iron were sprouting up everywhere. But in the ancient heart of the city, spreading out along the coast, there were huge ancient plazas surrounded by magnificent stone buildings, covered everywhere with cravings of patterns, animals, humans and gods (it was sometimes hard to tell which in the ornamental mayan style, but the effect was no less impressive).
Steaming towards the mayan coast from the eastern ocean, first the great pyramids became visible on the horizon, towering above even the most modern buildings. Then, the great dome of the citys ancient observatory could be seen, the old metal still reflecting the sunlight in places, dazzling the eye. Then finally, coming round into the harbour, ships passed a small island on which a great mausoleum had been built to some great Mayan king centuries ago. The monument was maintained in its original condition, an amazing and beautiful display of the Mayan art of stone-carving at its height.
Through the ages, historians had written and argued about many great buildings and achievements, wonders of the world. Whoever you talked to, most agreed that about half of the whole worlds wonders were to be found in this single city. Surely, if a few ancient wars had turned out differently, it would be mayan and not celtic civilization that would be the most important in the continent.
Or maybe the mayans spent too much time on these wonders and neglected to build a stronger nation as a whole. As it was, about half the ancient lands and cities originally founded by the mayans were in the hands of the Celts (strategic peacekeeping
occupied areas), Dutch, Incans and Hittites, and this had been so for many years.
This city, although in places lacking the elegance and beauty of Celtic architecture and urban planning, was unlike anything Orgetorix had seen before. Maybe this was the greatest city in the world, it was easy to think that when surrounded by so many great monuments. The local dock workers, however, were more interested in the sturdy iron-and-steel Celtic steamboat which had carried Orgetorix here, which was tied up alongside dozens of traditional, colourful wooden sailing boats of the type the Mayans still used.
After a brief interrogation by mayan port officials, Orgetorix was given an escort to the decorative, but quite dilapidated old temple-like building where the Celtic ambassador to the mayans was now placed. On the way, Orgetorix had seen strange propaganda posters, disturbing like the fascist iconology of the Iroquai and French fascist regimes. When he met the celtic ambassador - an old, greying man, but of a very regal and dignified nature he confirmed the worst. A new fascist government was starting to assert its power over the mayan nation.
I guess it had to happen some time said Orgetorix, At least I can report home we dont have to worry about a mayan collapse fascism seems effective at creating swarms of soldiers.
The older man smiled slightly and nodded.
It definitely complicates things
Havent people learnt by now, that fascism doesnt lead anywhere? Forget the defence of the city, we should help the Dutch take it, and teach the Mayans a lesson
The old man laughed softly, then finally looked at his much younger companion with a disturbing seriousness in his eyes
Can you really blame them, though? Fascism gives them a feeling of power and importance. The things we helped take from them in the past
Orgetorix was surprised. They talked some more, and the conversation turned to the war against France.
Listen to me Think of the new war, and think of the previous one, and all our wars before that Throughout history, we, the celts, have tried to limit the power of those aggressive peoples, the would-be dicators. In the name of peace and justice, we have conquered land and cities, and either taken them for ourselves, for all our pretences, or we re-assigned them to the weaker nations. But can you see what happens?
The old man paused for a moment, but Orgetorix was silent, surprised. Then the ambassador continued
We havent managed to achieve balance. All the time, we are fighting to protect some nation, we fight, many of us die, but sometimes we win. And then we confiscate some land to break to power of the enemy, and then we leave. And after that, maybe decades after we thought all would be well, we find that the situation continues, or it is reversed and a new generation must fight to defend the previous aggressor.
Orgetorix replied
Your saying all of our military efforts through recent centuries, theyve all been in vain?
Not in vain, no not at all. We have saved civilizations from destruction more than once, and in recent years we have been there to prevent any hostile super-powers from forming. I do believe, it is the destiny of our civilization to bring peace and balance to the world. But weve still got some way to go before we learn just how to do that.
Well, what would you suggest? There was another pause. Orgetorix was interested in the old mans views, he was obviously intelligent and well aware of the world situation. But Orgetorix was not prepared to be lectured by someone who couldnt be constructive also. The old man seemed a little surprised by the direct question, but replied without hesitation.
I dont pretend to have all the answers, but for one thing I see a trend now in our government and military to try to create more and more of the peacekeeping occupation zones, and to swallow as much land as possible under our protection. This makes us overextended. Do you know that half our infantry forces are used up garrisoning useless, remote outposts? And each year, resentment of our power grows, and we face more and more potential enemies. Were going to reach a time when our power is broken.
The old man went on,
Instead of this, we should restore all of the ancient boundaries, the lands originally claimed by settlement, not war. Bring home our troops from half of our current outposts and strive to give each nation its ancient, traditional territory, regardless of whove theyve been trying to conquer or how strong their military is
This seemed foolish to Orgetorix
But then strong aggressive nations will always remain strong and ready to strike
And our forces will always be there! Provided that we retain a few forts and bases throughout the world, only in the border regions where ownership cannot be claimed by any one nation. There will always be warmongers, but if nations are restored to their natural borders all over the world, I think then we will see a much more peaceful age. We cant force peace by taking land from others, we become the dictators ourselves then, and if we arent brought down by endless wars, we will still destroy our own culture from within. You should remember this, its people like you who will be in the forefront in future
It was hard for Orgetorix to imagine himself at the forefront of anything, its not where he wanted to be, it was all too chaotic. He was also surprised at this diplomat, perhaps the old man had been sent off to foreign lands to keep him from influencing the celtic high council. Or maybe he chose to distance himself from it all, to preserve his own dignity. It already seemed to Orgetorix that the current rulers of Celtonia were intent on occupying Spain and Mexico for an extended period, if our forces were able to prise these regions from Frances grip, for the purposes of security and development of the region, with the accidental bonus of obtaining all the luxuries and resources to be found there.
They talked on, about the world, about war and history, ideals and visions for the future. It was not until later that Orgetorix realised they had been talking like Celtonia was free to reshape the world at will this was definitely not the case. There was still a strong fascist French empire, fascist Iroquai, now fascist Mayans, and growing Dutch aggressions, and other hostile nations all across the world. Many brave celtic warriors had fought and died throughout history for the noble ideals, while men talked of their views and opinions and their grand schemes away from the death and destruction. Many more lives would be lost in the course of the next few years as Orgetorix would find out.
The intelligence gathering mission was short and simple. 8 Divisions of riflemen garrisoned the city and surrounding area. Each division had its own small shrine at one of the larger temples in the city, to which the civilians could pray for the safety of their soldiers and for victory in battle. The number of troops was a stronger defence than any celtic city. The fascist mayan government made little secret of the citys defences and declared that the dutch aggressors would never capture it. In any case, the fact that mayans were now fascists meant the celts were less interested in the immediate defence of their nation.
Then, a new concern arose. News came that the Dutch were on the brink of capturing Hittite land all the way over on the west coast, which was the next assignment for Orgetorix. The Hittites were exhausted by war with the Byzantines to their north. They seemed seriously threatened by the Dutch, there were already reports of some battles on the borders.
So Orgetorix left the dramatic city of Chichen Itza, but would remember the new ideas he had learned there. The first part of the journey to the next trouble spot involved travel by sea around the chilly south of the continent, on another sturdy little steamboat, to the quiet celtic naval outpost of Coritan. It was a journey of over a week through cold, stormy and unpleasant seas, made less depressing by the occasional sighting of pretty dutch settlements along the snowy coast, and then the gradual improvement of the weather as they neared the Hittite coast and warmer climates.
Arriving at Coritan island gave a chance to read up on news of the war with France hard fought victories, Spain almost freed from the French armies, further advances on all fronts, but news of French insurgent forces causing trouble for the Germans and Iroquai deep in the heart of the other continent.
Orgetorix received amended orders from the diplomatic council to head for the Hittite city of Ugarit in the interior of the mainland, and assess any threat to the area posed by the Dutch. Getting there took some time, as there was no railroads yet in the Hittite nation. It seemed all there was were bleak, empty grasslands. There was little sign of large-scale farming, presumably for lack of reliable water sources for irrigation. The flat landscape was criss-crossed by lanes and roads that stretched between the horizons.
There where no great cities here, but smaller cities and towns. The unusual Hittite architecture of the buildings that were to be found was quite interesting to see, a culture group unlike anything else in the world. There seemed to be a character of resilience in the people and the small dusty towns that were scattered about. But also, there seemed to be signs of exhaustion and defeatism.
Orgetorix finally reached Ugarit a week later. The closer he got to the city, the more people seemed to be fleeing in the opposite direction along the road, and the more desperate they seemed. This didnt look good, but Orgetorix could not urn back without at least confirming the situation. He arrived just in time to hear the first shouts and gunshots.
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