The sun dawned over burning sands. The Egyptian people, a seminomadic tribe of hunter-gatherers, had spent millennia scavenging about the Nile floodplains, feasting on fish from the river and the fruits and grains growing in the rich soil. Their women, children, and elderly were protected by a band of hardy Warriors who were more than a match for the occasional Lion or Panther who happened by. But today was different. Like a thief in the night, the spirit of the King of the World was upon them.
The tribe's leader, Hatshepsut, Jackal of the Desert, sat in her horsehide tent late in the morning, clutching her head. An attendant checked in on her. "Maps," the reclining queen moaned, still curled up amidst her furs. "Lady Hatshepsut, I-" the servant began, and the Jackal's eyes flew open, lit by a fire none had seen before. "Call me Neal," the former Hatshepsut said, standing, "and get me a map. If my calculations are correct, and they haven't been wrong yet, it should be 4000 B.C., and the rest of the world is going to be gunning for us real soon now."
The Egyptian queen strode out of her tent with a strange gait, drawing eyes from all around. Hatshepsut's eyes, moved by the King of the World, scanned the tribe, falling frequently on the infirm. Illness was a way of life among the floodplains, but Neal would have none of it. Ignoring the questioning glances of her people, the Jackal gazed over the horizon. "We need to get to higher ground. I've had to struggle with early unhealthiness before, and it's not pretty." Neal set his hands on her hips. Yup, he was a woman all right, and a hot one at that. This would definitely bear further investigation.... But for now, he had to whip these mosquito-bitten yokels into a proper Civilization.
Thebes was finally settled on a high ridge along the Libyan coast:
As Neal had predicted, Alexander of the Greeks had settled his own capital across the Mediterranean 25 years earlier. The Macedonian could rot, for all Neal cared. He would be an afterthought by 1 A.D., anyway. The tribesmen were perplexed at their orders to visit the southwestern Oasis and bring back fruits and nuts, rather than simply bringing the tribe to the Oasis, but they obeyed. The Warriors were less thrilled with their mission to strike north, along the Palestinian coast. "You would have us abandon our women and children to the Lions?" "Trust me, sweethearts," Neal replied drolly, lounging in the crude new Palace. "The Lions won't come near a proper city. They just won't. Now, when the Barbarians come calling, that'll be a different story. But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it." "Bridge?" "Right. No Construction. Never mind."
The Egyptian fighting men easily conquered a minor tribe near what we would call Jerusalem:
Neal... hoped he didn't just squash the Israelites. Oh, well. This was Egypt, right? And he was sure that Judaism would end up popping up somewhere. The purse of gold would come in handy. Egypt meant Floodplains, and Floodplains meant Commerce. Well, Commerce and disease. So, rather than go for the initial warlike push to Animal Husbandry and War Chariots, the King of the World opted instead to build for the future with Cottages. Build a monster economic base here on the Nile, then get some production going over in Carthage. THEN he could wage war and not have to worry about paying for it later.
The Warriors pushed north, into Turkey, and found the promised village there:
Hatshepsut had been acting strangely for the past 200 years, not least by still being alive after 200 years, but her directions were spot-on. The band collected the loot from their conquests and headed south, back to their people.
With Pottery complete, Neal decided that the next move to make would be for Mining:
Admittedly, there wasn't much to mine in that sandy place, but it would provide a foundation for Masonry and, later, once production centers were set up farther west, Bronze and Iron Working. Things were fairly routine in those days. The Warriors dropped off their plunder in Thebes and continued south in search of more gold in Ethiopia, and Thebes finished its Worker, who began farming the eastern Wheat, and began on another Warrior to protect the city from evil.
Mining took a while to explain to the desert-dwellers, but when it was completed, it was time to apply that knowledge to the spurs of Marble sticking up from the muddy soil:
The Warriors, meanwhile, continued south in search of glory.
They found it in a small village where the people decorated themselves with shiny rocks:
Neal, seeing Gems, earmarked the site for later settlement. The Warriors, meanwhile, were more interested in the villagers' healing skills. The men left the place with master Medics in tow. There was no gold, but the knowledge was almost as valuable.
They did find a final village stocked with riches tucked away in Ethiopia:
This haul, of nearly 200 gold total, and a Medic unit besides, did please the King of the World.
By 3000 B.C., Thebes was equipped with a Farm and a Cottage, and was rapidly working towards a Marble Quarry:
Animal Husbandry would soon be online to get War Chariots rolling. Hardly a rush, but they would see some use before obsolescence. A new band of Settlers was in training to found a sister city. Hatshepsut turned to his advisors. "So, what do you think? Do we hit Saladin or REX around Africa? Should our second Settler claim more of the Nile or go along the Mediterranean coast for Production? Here's the save:"
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"Wait, what?"
Lord Cyrus blinked rapidly as he surveyed his court. Servants and lackeys stared for a moment before nervously returning to their bustle, terrified that this was some new test on the part of their crafty ruler. They listened intently, though, and kept watch out of the corners of their eyes.
The Persian god-king patted himself through his robes, clearly confused. Then a look of petulant rage crossed his face. "Aw, man!" he blurted, causing the courtiers to nearly jump out of their skins. "I never even got to see myself naked!"
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So, Persia has a Warrior-escorted Worker, another Warrior guarding Persepolis, and a pair of Scouts out wandering the globe. Cyrus, too, was working on a Settler, which is a good thing. I'm thinking we send him off to Mesopotamia to try to snag some of those Floodplains. That, or we could go north to claim the Horses and take what we want with Immortals. Techwise, things aren't looking too hot:
I think we should finish Bronze Working, then hit up The Wheel. Focusing on Worker Techs is one thing, but we need to get these resources hooked up! I look forward to hearing what you all have to say.
Now, here's the save, for real this time: