Optical
The Fall of the Eleventh
Foreword:
Welcome to the glorious Story Project, a joint story by Mosher, Yoshiegg737 and myself on FFH2. It all started with a very long PM conversation between Yoshi and Mosher. Mosher had had this idea: a story with three writers. All the writers would take turns playing turnsets, like an SG, but the writers wouldn't simply write about their turnsets. Each writer would recieve screenshots pertaining to an aspect of the game: military, our empire or exploration. After some discussion it was agreed that I would join the project as the military writer, Yoshi would write on exploration and Mosher would do the empire overview/our cities.
The story is on FFH2/Erebus map as the Hippus civilization. The prologue may be found below: Mosher will play the first turnset, followed by myself, then Yoshi. Have fun reading. We'll have fun writing.
History of the Horselords
Prologue
From the writings of Theo, chief chronicler in the reign of Tasunke
Will we die on this empty plain? Will we lose our lives, the Horselords, never to see our beloved animals again? ...Those were the thoughts running through the minds of all the camp, before yesterday.
Yesterday was different. Yesterday, we found our destiny.
Tasunke, our glorious leader, had led us and our herds to a riverbank. Without our horses, our small herds of domestic animals could all drink easily. And then we saw the sign.
The winter had ended. There had been a thaw. Spring had arrived. It was like opening our eyes for the first time, and where before, all had been white, the lands were green again. Fertile, new lands. They are what we woke up to yesterday morning.
Tasunke gave an address. He told us that this was our destiny: that we would settle down, that we might find our beloved horses somewhere in this new world... and that we would have power.
That convinced most of them. I only wish... an old man such as myself, might one day ride my old horse again.
But of course: there is no chance of that. For one who was there with the Amurite who killed Mulcarn, who saw his horse slain in the carnage that followed? An old man like me has no chance to follow his dreams. A new people like us... who knows where we might go?
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Please do not post until each writer has reserved a post.
Welcome to the glorious Story Project, a joint story by Mosher, Yoshiegg737 and myself on FFH2. It all started with a very long PM conversation between Yoshi and Mosher. Mosher had had this idea: a story with three writers. All the writers would take turns playing turnsets, like an SG, but the writers wouldn't simply write about their turnsets. Each writer would recieve screenshots pertaining to an aspect of the game: military, our empire or exploration. After some discussion it was agreed that I would join the project as the military writer, Yoshi would write on exploration and Mosher would do the empire overview/our cities.
The story is on FFH2/Erebus map as the Hippus civilization. The prologue may be found below: Mosher will play the first turnset, followed by myself, then Yoshi. Have fun reading. We'll have fun writing.
History of the Horselords
Prologue
From the writings of Theo, chief chronicler in the reign of Tasunke
Will we die on this empty plain? Will we lose our lives, the Horselords, never to see our beloved animals again? ...Those were the thoughts running through the minds of all the camp, before yesterday.
Yesterday was different. Yesterday, we found our destiny.
Tasunke, our glorious leader, had led us and our herds to a riverbank. Without our horses, our small herds of domestic animals could all drink easily. And then we saw the sign.
The winter had ended. There had been a thaw. Spring had arrived. It was like opening our eyes for the first time, and where before, all had been white, the lands were green again. Fertile, new lands. They are what we woke up to yesterday morning.
Tasunke gave an address. He told us that this was our destiny: that we would settle down, that we might find our beloved horses somewhere in this new world... and that we would have power.
That convinced most of them. I only wish... an old man such as myself, might one day ride my old horse again.
But of course: there is no chance of that. For one who was there with the Amurite who killed Mulcarn, who saw his horse slain in the carnage that followed? An old man like me has no chance to follow his dreams. A new people like us... who knows where we might go?
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Please do not post until each writer has reserved a post.
Going to play it now! Will play 30 turns, to start off with.
