In which we learn that we can trust Popes about as far as we can throw them.
Things started off simply enough. A lone Barbarian Spearman wandered in from the desert wastes in search of easy plunder:
I had to whip out a Skirmisher to prevent him from razing the farm, but it wasn't a huge deal. Not like Timbuktu didn't have food to spare. I am curious as to where the Barbarians got their metals to forge those spearheads in West Africa, though...
In 475 A.D., everything went all to hell:
From Pleased to Stack o' Doom in one quick turn. And here I thought Cyrus was a laid-back kind of guy.
Well, crap. Nobody was willing to lend a hand to little old me:
I don't know whether he deceived them all with his lies or they just didn't want to be next on his list.
And here come de judge:
Of course, Kumbi Saleh was maybe a *little* underdefended, but I wasn't expecting an attack from Persia, of all places! And I had a ton and a half of jungle that needed clearing!
Needless to say, I quickly transitioned to a Skirmisher Economy, pumping them out for all my Involuntary Citizen Work Force was worth. This was enough to deter a proper siege of my cities, but didn't keep Cyrus from gleefully razing our towns.
I also went tech shopping with my few remaining friends:
Sadly, nobody was willing to teach me the secrets of Construction, so that became the next tech target.
As Pope Cyrus' armies laid waste to Timbuktu's countryside, the people, holed up and terrified, did the only logical thing they could do:
They held the Olympics!
Sure, sure. 23 gold. Maybe this'll make Cyrus take his foot off my throat.... Apparently not. But it's still a good long-term investment... If there is a long-term.
Once we finished researching Construction, Catherine came by, hat in hand for Monarchy. In sore need of friends, I consented, and made this juicy tech trade:
War Elephants are now officially an option. We also traded our spare Jumbo for Cathy's spare horses, giving us even more wartime options. Not that we'll be able to get them up and running in time...
Finally, in 800 A.D., Cyrus sneeringly allowed me to buy my people's freedom:
... And he went back to Pleased. Two-faced jerk.
Oh, and just for good measure? With the war finally over and the rebuilding effort about to begin, the people whose freedom I had so dearly purchased gave me a big, resounding #$%^ you:
And it looks like Hattie's gonna beat us to that Iron:
So, anyway, here's the current state of the world:
And the sorry state of what was once our thriving metropolis at Timbuktu:
Well, there you have it. I think I've bungled this beyond any hope of repair. I've learned a lot about the drawbacks of starting in Health hell, of the problems inherent to a delayed start without an early "catch-up" war, and the perils of neglecting your military, even when everyone around you is your friend.
I think, at this point, the best move would be to declare this a learning experience and start over, migrating to the Upper Nile, Morocco or Libya and going for Hattie's throat early on. Once we've secured Africa, then we can concentrate on beating back the jungles and building our financial empire.
Of course, there's also something to be said for pressing on. I'll include the save for your perusal, and you all can tell me what you want me to do. I am, as always, at the disposal of the hive mind
