We may be a few thousand years late, but our original game plan is back.
The beginning of the round came with a sobering reminder:
Wow. Caravels in 520. Looks like we're gonna be playing the good, old-fashioned continental power Germany. The Americas are gonna be full up by the time we get over there.
You can also see the announcement of a couple of wonders- The Church of the Nativity in woefully-underdefended Lyons (which is a good thing), and the construction of Chichen Itza (which I could frankly care less about).
We managed to trade happiness modifiers with our good buddy Qin:
Admittedly, with our SoD in our biggest city, we don't really need it, but hey, it might come in handy on a rainy day.
Genghis Khan came by for a visit with hat in hand:
Yeah, take it. There are Caravels wandering around the Mediterranean. I don't think Metal Casting is much of an advantage anymore. I'd rather not have to deal with a bunch of Keshiks running around burning my cottages, anyway.
Cyrus came by and offered another trade:
Calendar probably ended up doing more harm than good (I have no Plantation resources and would end up... acquiring Stonehenge), but the rest is well worth it.
Our stack of doom was taking shape in Berlin (swords and catapults). I wasn't looking forward to the massive casualties I'd suffer against longbows. Mansa Musa, though, offered me the chance to kick things into high gear:
Note my progress on Machinery up top. That sounds like it's worth 250 gold to me. Even as my enemy, Mansa ends up being more benefit than hindrance.
And Asoka completed the deal:
The couple of turns off of Machinery was trivial (though certainly nice), but Theology and the gold was crucial.
I immediately changed civics and started pumping out Macemen:
And upgrading some of my more experienced Swords.
Charlie Darwin was born in Berlin, babbling something about natural selection. I put him to work in the paper mills:
And bought Cyrus' map with it. Being such a central power, and friendly, he was our best choice to expand our horizons beyond our pitiful borders:
Here's what we learned. It turns out that Russia isn't quite as scary as I'd thought, after all:
Cyrus did a great job of cutting Catherine off. Of course, a small nation tends to have an inordinately huge army, given that they have nothing better to put their hammers towards.
In 680, we were finally ready to roll on Paris:
We made some final trades to build up a war chest (Paper to Cathy for Compass and 420 gold, Drama to Qin for 110) and let slip the dogs of war.
Louis sent a frankly pathetic offensive stack right into the teeth of our SoD:
We ended up losing a catapult, but that's acceptable.
As we finally parked outside gay Paree, we received a nice little punch in the gut:
What gives, Qin? We're in the same religious bloc and everything! Genghis jumped on the bandwagon, too.
Needless to say, my allies were not going to let this stand:
That should keep them busy for a while. Ladies and gentlemen, I think this qualifies as World War I!
In 840 A.D., the Germans took Paris. Scratch out the year, and that sentence has a sadly familiar ring to it:
What was inside? Sadly, no Pyramids, but an interesting assortment of stuff nonetheless:
Chichen Itza? No wonder there were more casualties than expected! Ah, well. I guess in a crazy map like this, that might actually end up helping out once or twice. And there's Stonehenge. Why did we accept Calendar, again?
To the south, I'd sent a Catapult and two or three Macemen against Lyons (The Christian Holy City), mostly as a stalemate maneuver. Try to freeze the forces that would otherwise reinforce Paris, and all that. Sadly, it didn't work. Fortunately, this meant that Louis left its defenses to a Longbow, a Spearman, and a Horse Archer. Um, okay:
Not only did the Church survive, but we nabbed a granary to boot! I'll take it!
Around this time, we popped another GS, which we put towards Education. We might just be in the Liberalism race! And Catherine demanded 140 gold to stay off our backs. With all of our forces mired in France, it was worth keeping her happy.
In 920, Denmark fell:
And we accepted Louis' surrender:
(He's holed up in Norway, by the way)
So there we have it. France is ours. Spain is next, followed by either Russia or England.
Save and State of the World to follow.