Neal shook his head, slowly coming awake after a long slumber. His time in Rome was fun. Smashing cities with Praetorians is, after all, a blast, and togas are always fashionable. It sure beat getting his face beaten in by barbarians in a frigid Ice Age hell, anyway. He looked around his tent blearily. It's always a tent in 4000 B.C. He stepped outside to find himself on a coast, with another shoreline clearly visible to the south. Cows grazed all around him, and wheat swayed in the wind. England! Sweet! Something was wrong, though. The music was too low, too sullen. There was a red glow around his potential borders. And (Neal patted himself down to make sure) he wasn't a woman. Not that he'd ever admit publicly to wanting to walk a mile in the Virgin Queen's shoes, but he was mildly disappointed. A fur-capped subchief trotted up with a crude tray. "Breakfast, Fearless Leader! Vodka and crumpets!"
Okay, so (Neal thought as he twirled his magnificent mustache), we're somehow Peter of Russia, only we're starting on Britain. And that's pretty clearly Saladin there across the channel. Oh, well. We've dealt with alternate leader sets before, we can do it again. May as well make the most of it.
Fearing cultural pressure from the Gallic Arabs, the British Russians trudged east, founding their capitol on a rocky outcrop on the English (Slavic?) Channel:
The Russians are an earthy folk by nature, but Peter (for that was what Neal called himself in those days) knew that, living on an island, they would need to adapt and become a sea people, so they began studying Fishing as Workers trained in the capital. The hardy Scouts, meanwhile, found a vast treasure in the northern woods.
For a thousand years, the Russians struggled to adapt to their homeland. By the third millennium, though, Londongrad was a bustling little city-state:
After Fishing, Peter set his sights on Agriculture and Animal Husbandry so as to make use of the island's bountiful resources. Then it was time to learn how to ply the waves and try for a foothold in mainland Europe. The Arabs, meanwhile, with their knowledge and blessings from the Immortal gods, made quick work of pacifying their corner of the continent, covering it with roads.
A second city, splitting the island and allowing for naval travel without the permission of the dour Arabs, was founded in 2500 B.C.:
The city quickly came to rival Londongrad as the jewel of the nascent empire. In fact, the two cities feuded over the Mines and Pastures between them, as the resources traded hands many times over the years.
In 2350, Greek Fishing Boats were seen off the coast of the Emerald Isle, which Peter considered his own sovereign territory. This meant that Alexander was near, and had at least one port available to him. The Macedonian was a capable general, usually hampered by his cramped, marginal starting position. If Greece had access to better lands, though, they could prove to be formidable foes.
This situation was only exacerbated when Peter's emissary to Athens, a rude, boisterous man sent more to get him off the island than anything else, challenged Alexander to a fistfight:
The ambassador was quickly recalled and bludgeoned to death with a sharp rock (you can get away with that sort of thing in the Ancient era), but the damage was done. Thankfully, yet more riches were found in Ireland. They might be necessary if Alexander's indignation boils over into hostility.
Seeking to isolate Arab France from the rest of Europe, Saladin made Louis' usual mistake, building The Great Wall in 2150 B.C.:
Peter pleaded with him, begging him to see the light of reason, but Saladin merely mumbled something about "foreign influences" and announced that his borders were closed.
But all that is history. Here we stand, at 2025 B.C.:
The Greeks are preparing for war. We have a Settler ready to build a new city and a Galley to transport him to the mainland, if need be. Our military is sorely lacking (we have a Warrior in each of our cities, and our Scouts keeping an eye on the highlands), though, so perhaps we should keep our third city away from Greece's feared Phalanxes. What do you all think?
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