Qin Shi Huang stirred, slowly. His joints ached from months of inactivity. "The King is awake!" exclaimed the medicine man by his side. "We'd thought you gone from us forever!"
"Indeed," Qin croaked, then broke into a fit of coughing. His mouth tasted of mothballs, and his mind was foggy. He cleared his throat, then continued. "Where do we stand?"
"Well, sire," the medicine man wheedled. He reeked of sweat and strange herbs from the field. "We have brought your litter to a fine place, teeming with grains of the earth and beasts of the field. Here, I say, we, I mean you, build a city and, from thence, found an empire to span the globe and pass the tests of time!"
The emperor, bleary-eyed, stepped from his tent and, squinting at the sunshine, surveyed his "fine place." It was adequate, no doubt. Wheat swayed in a gentle breeze, and Pigs grunted underfoot, oblivious to the hungry Settlers eyeing them. But something felt wrong. Qin Shi Huang's ears twitched. He heard waves crashing in the distance. "East," he grumbled.
"But, my lord," the medicine man simpered. "I myself have selected this place for-"
"EAST!" Qin roared. Birds took wing from a nearby forest as his echoes reverberated off the hills.
The coast was not far; the medicine man was truly an imbecile. No time at all was lost in establishing Beijing as a tent city on the shores of the Yellow Sea:
Qin was fully awake, fully alive now, but he still felt rusty. But the tasks in those early days were simple, and served to jog his long-buried memories of rule and conquest. The able-bodied members of the tribe were sent to work the Wheat fields. The best and brightest were told to research Bronze Working. And the rest (including those whom the emperor considered threats to his rule, including his worthless medicine man) were trained with Clubs and indoctrinated into the Way of the Warrior. The tribe's remaining protectors were sent into the southern mountains, told to bring back maps and the riches of far-off lands.
By 3900 B.C., life in Beijing had become routine. Generations had researched and died seeking the mysteries of Bronze, but Qin knew any significant breakthroughs were still centuries off. The Warriors were making slow but steady progress mapping the Himalayas. Mongolian Scouts crested a hill northwest of Qin's village. The emperor stepped out to meet them at the border, hoping to make the acquaintance of his neighbor and knowing they would not risk the affront of an invasion. But the Scouts made threatening whoops and cries and traipsed through Chinese territory as if the border were not even there:
In addition, in a dream, Qin Shi Huang saw a fine tent city, similar to Beijing, ruled by a white-haired man with a bearing of distinction. Club-wielding Warriors bore down upon the city and put it to the torch. The white-haired man cried out and was forever silenced. The emperor awoke in a cold sweat, knowing he had been visited by prophecy. Empires were toppling, kings were set against kings. "What madness is this?" Qin muttered before settling back into a feverish, restless sleep.
Indeed, the world itself had turned upon the Chinese people, for in their first contact with a Himalayan tribe, Qin's Warriors were set upon in an ambush:
And were never heard from again. The prevailing theory was that they were massacred to a man, but Qin suspected that they had "gone native," renouncing their oaths to China in favor of lives as simple men of the mountains.
Despite his empire's newfound lack of defenders, and the fact that he was surrounded by enemies, Qin decided that long-term growth was worth short-term risk. Once Beijing had doubled in size, the Warrior training program was shelved in favor of getting Workers out to improve Beijing's surroundings. Once Bronze-Working was acquired and Slavery became available, the emperor jumped at the chance:
After all, a fearful populace is a hard-working populace. And the medicine man was one of the first to be put into chains and sent to work the fields.
By 3125 B.C., though, Warriors patrolled the dirt roads of Beijing, and the Wheat to the southeast was properly cultivated. And the earth decided to reward the Chinese people for their proper stewardship:
Qin noted the Forest and promised to put it to the Axe soon. For as the poets say, a bounty ignored is a bounty wasted. And while a few free hammers won't make or break our game, every little bit helps, right?
Seoul was founded on the Korean peninsula so as to bring its riches into the empire:
Why his people had, centuries earlier, borne Qin to Beijing's comparatively worthless site rather than this paradise was beyond him. Ah, well. He was, at least, thankful that he had not been deposited in the barren hills of Tibet.
In 2525 B.C., Mongolian Settlers appeared within shouting distance of our capital:
The Settlers, spooked by China's skilled bowmen, retreated into Mongolia, but the Archers settled into our northern Forests and made themselves comfortable. I have not seen any further signs of the great Khan's second settlement. He doubtless sent it off to the frigid tundra, where he seems most comfortable.
Explorers from far-off Greece arrived in Southeast Asia, babbling incomprehensibly and, like every other people, refusing to engage in diplomacy:
Their presence means that goody-hut-seeking in Vietnam will be a pointless endeavor (as if it wasn't already). Not that said huts wouldn't just be full of more savages.
A quick raid to kill off a Mongolian Warrior squatting on the border gave us our first look at Karakorum:
The place was a hovel, people and animals sharing tents and burning dung for heat. Genghis Khan's procession could be seen parading up and down the empty streets, drinking fermented horse milk and bawling curses at the heavens. This was no way for a leader to act, Qin thought upon hearing the report. The mad dog would have to be put down, and soon. But Archers, while fine for defending cities and plinking brutes off of hills, are difficult to wield as an offensive weapon. After consulting with sages and learning the lessons of the past, he decided to give the fabled "Machinery slingshot" a go. Puzzled wise men were told to research Mysticism and Meditation so as to figure out how to best build a Crossbow. More Settlers were trained to cement China's grip on its stretch of East Asia.
And the Karakorum Settler, brazenly striking out to claim new lands, was captured by our heroic Archer unit:
I've always been bad about building Workers, and this was a quick and easy way to grab a second one.
So, in 1850, Shanghai was founded, making the Yellow Sea a Chinese lake and bringing an end to the round:
I've gotta get Pottery up and Seoul's forests pre-chopped before the Oracle completes. I need that Forge Engineer for the bulb! I just hope Louis or someone doesn't snatch the Wonder from me. Our defenses are also pretty thin, though our only real threat is Mongolia, and they seem to be floundering pretty bad. Seoul's Settler is bound for Pyongyang, 3N1W of Seoul, so as to work the southern Wheat and some Pigs that are grazing just out of the screenshot.
Here's a look at our Tech Picture:
Obviously, the plan is Wheel-Pottery-Iron Working, then I'll grab some badly needed backfill techs, like Animal Husbandry and Masonry. I think I'm in good shape. The game is honestly playing more "normally" than I'd expected. I'm surprised that Frederick is the only casualty thus far.
Here's a look at the save for those of you who are interested: