"My Lord," Ptolemy intoned, shifting nervously from foot to foot atop the Palace wall. "The oracles state that you are to conquer Egypt and Persia, even striking into India. They also state that I am to become master of Egypt. When... when do we ride?"
Alexander, still staring off into the east, started. The gaze he levelled at Ptolemy could have crumbled granite. "We have two units of Archers and one of men with clubs. We have neither Horses within our borders nor the technology to use them. We're not 'riding' anywhere for a while." The older general was taken aback by this outburst of despair from his young king. Alexander's countenance softened. "We shall have our conquests. But I am, just now, coming awake, as if from a long sleep. I have made mistakes, and now it is time to remedy them. Only with Greece standing strong will we be fit to smash our many enemies."
Neal had a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn't be around to see these Greek conquests, but he nevertheless felt he had the obligation to put Alexander into position to make an honest stab at them. Neal surveryed the landscape and made a few quick decisions.
"First, recall the Spies. Those won't be useful for another thousand years, and even then they'll be marginal at best. Secondly, while I appreciate the aesthetic of our bizarre road to nowhere, it ends now. Reassign the Workers to Mine the Copper north of Sparta."
Reports came in Stonehenge being built and of Egypt suffering more natural disasters. "Those are none of our concern. Right now all we need worry about are the needs of our people, and the Persian threat to the east."
Neal turned to Ptolemy. "I have two more orders for you:"
"We are to abandon our progress on Pottery for the moment in favor of Mysticism. We must honor the gods with a Monument in Sparta or the city and its Copper deposits will surely be overrun. And you and your men are to head east, through Turkey. You are to keep an eye on the Persian border and lay the groundwork for future settlement."
Neal suspected that, with his consciousness leaving Cyrus, the Persian overlord would return to his inefficient barbarism. Persia would cease to be a threat as all of the progress Neal had made became lost in a sea of bad AI choices. Sure enough, the rampaging Immortals Neal had assembled were apparently dispersed, and Cyrus' strategic advantage was discarded:
If Neal's calculations were correct, this would be Alexander in 1000 years. He shuddered at his name being applied to such a vacant automaton. Still, if Persia was willing to be friendly, that would only work in Greece's favor.
As news came that Yahweh had chosen his people in a far-off land, Neal made the difficult decision to hurry the Settlers in Athens:
If Greece was going to claim Turkey before Persia or Arabia, then speed was crucial.
As Europe struggled to become civilized, the Greek heroes that had met with the Persians so many years ago fought bravely in the frigid eastern tundra:
There's little that they can discover for me, and there's certainly no goody huts left, so I figure I'll let them fight until they either return as 10 XP heroes or die, frozen and alone. I'm a jerk like that.
As Ptolemy established a base camp in the southeastern corner of Turkey, CyrusNeal made his presence known:
Hmm. Perhaps Archers alone wouldn't be sufficient as a garrison. Once the Copper Mines were up and running in Sparta, Phalanxes would be a priority on the eastern front.
A quick Whipping of Sparta's second population point on a Monument, followed by the completion of the Copper Mine (with its accompanying haul of lumber) led to, for all intents and purposes, an instant Archer to hold against the Romans and Germans:
In Rome, meanwhile, precious herbs allayed Caesar's health concerns for the moment. Neal suspected that he would be experiencing any benefits to the Roman empire soon enough, so he was gladdened by that news.
In 1625 B.C., Neal founded Iskenderun in the southeastern armpit of the Turkish peninsula:
Iskenderun would need plenty of Culture to complete with the Persians, and the Arabs who would doubtless be expanding up from the south, but it claimed Turkey as Hellenic territory, and it gave Ptolemy something worth guarding.
Shortly thereafter, we found that Louis was doing what Louis does best:
The Great Wall is wasted on France, but, well, Industrious is as Industrious does, I suppose.
Rhodes was founded to solidify Greek control of the peninsula:
Rhodes should actually probably be 1SW, off the coast, but it's close enough, and it's an appropriately Greek city to found.
And the Greeks, showing their affinity for the open sea, found that Sailing came naturally to them:
By 1000 B.C., Neal had whipped Greece into shape:
Phalanxes and Archers defended the border cities of Sparta and Iskenderun, while Athens and Rhodes got by with much simpler gerrisons. Granaries were being built across the region, in preparation for many years of growth and, well, Slavery ahead.
Even the heroic Scouts had reached their goals:
They should probably be promoted as Medics and sent back to Athens, but we'll let the computer make that decision.
Neal was ready. Every thousand years, it seemed, he was whisked off to new challenges. What awaited him this time? He visited Iskenderun and clapped Ptolemy on the shoulder. "I will be leaving now, my friend." Upon seeing the shock on his general's face, he let out a chuckle. "Alexander will be Alexander again. Hopefully I have left Greece a better place than I found it. The Spartan foundries should be ready soon to pump out Phalanxes and become the scourge of the Mediterranean. Don't let your dreams of conquest die."
With that, Neal closed his eyes. He opened them to the stink of overcrowded streets and the sounds of chants calling for his head. The music and purple glow were familiar. He was back in India, but this was not the shining beacon of hope he had left in KotW #13!
"What in the hell is going on here?" Lord Asoka demanded, a sudden burst of sound and movement in the tepid, incense-filled throne room. "There is rioting in the streets! Our army consists of a single Warrior! There are Barbarians at the gates!"
A Palace attendant barely stirred from a haphazard pile of pillows. "Don't worry, man," he droned, his voice slurred and dreamy. "The Pyramids will take care of eeeeverything."
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Boy, oh, boy, is India a mess. It's 1000 B.C. We have a single city, no garrison to speak of, we're researching Polytheism, of all things, and we're making a ridiculous push for the Pyramids. We have all of the first-tier techs, save Fishing, and we have Pottery, Animal Husbandry, Archery, Masonry, and Bronze Working on the second tier.
I don't even know where to begin. Abandon the Pyramids and whip our huge excess population into a Settler? Research Iron Working? Where to settle? Vijayanagara? Move into Malaysia? I portrayed India's Palace as an opium den because I can't think of any other way things got this bad. I look forward to your advice.
Here's the save: