Sir Charles Ed
Chieftain
I was very inspired by Hemlings story, and frankly have been writing about my Civ V games for some time, kind of like a training synopsis, but never thought about actually uploading one. This will be my first attempt, albeit a tad late, of course as I only purchased the entire Civ V game from Steam about one month ago or so. I have both expansions, all DLC's and usually play as Korea. This post is basically a summary after settling the first city, building some improvemnets and just before my first warrior unit sets out west to explore. Enjoy.....
Contemplation of a sort
He stands on the beach, with his back to the sea, allowing the rhythmic sound of the waves and the many sea birds crying hello to the morning sun, to ease his many concerns. He listens to those soothing sounds as he scans the horizon all around him.
To the north he can just barely see the multi-colored fields of the first successful farms. This season the harvest will be almost twice as much as last seasons bounty, and the new farms to the south should be producing almost as well within the next two seasons. The third copper mine, just to the west of the capital, will open next year, giving a timely boost to the treasury. That will make three producing copper mines, with the earlier two located just beyond the new farms next to the first stone quarry all financing the citys expansion thus far. This third mine will make up the expenses of outfitting his sons expedition leaving today.
How many months or years will go by before he hears anything? There had been rumors of a few war-like encampments beyond the hills bordering the farms to the north, but the scouts had kept well clear of the spiked barricades with the seemingly constant fires burning beyond, as they were not equipped for any major onslaught of a fortified enclave. These people, always seen just beyond the mist and shadows, have never even approached or allowed anybody to approach them since they were first seen over a decade ago.
Those reports alone had made him keep the daily border patrols active throughout this last decade. The decision, albeit expensive in manpower and time, seem to have kept those dangerous looking warrior bands at bay, giving him time to establish the immense mines, stone quarries, (they had founded another quarry shortly after the first mines had begun producing copper), and farms that have allowed for the peaceful continuous growth of the capital.
Although the latest patrols report indicates that there have been recent sightings of large armed groups just standing on the furthest hills, observing the farmers, and then disappearing into the mist after some time. Perhaps it is time for this newly formed army to explore, and see just what these wild men are all about.
He recognizes the distinctive tread of his son approaching from behind and says without turning, How fare thee today, Ty-Rell?
How do you DO that? answers Ty-Rell, pausing in his approach. I can never understand how you always know that I am here?
Consul Ty-Rhan smiles, turns toward his son and says, I have listened to you walk around your entire life. Why shouldnt I recognize your step now, twenty years later?
Ty-Rell narrows his eyes and remarks, I would call it magic or sorcery if I didnt know any better. Is this how you caught me all those times, growing up and getting into trouble? Plus there is this, he motions toward the lively seashore, How do you HEAR above all this?
Ty-Rhan embraces his oldest son warmly, patting him on his back and answered with a twinkle in his eye, Lets just call it a kind of magic, the same kind that you will have once you become a farther. It is easy to tune out unwanted sounds, if you just .listen.
Ty-Rells holds his father at arms length, studying his lined features, sighs and gestures toward the sea, I didnt want to disturb your contemplation, but I will be departing soon, and I inspected the capital operations one last time .
Inspected , his father interrupts, on the day that you should be making preparations for your expedition? Your dedication to duty is commendable, but I want nothing to go wrong ..
Father, Ty-Rell responds with a shrug, I have been prepared for weeks and nothing will go wrong. My troops will be able to handle anything that we may find. He pauses a moment frowning, Do you remember the survival training exercises we started almost a year ago? The farthest reaching training class, found the remains, of men. Hacked to pieces, we thought, by these wild looking bands of, of barbarians. They werent dressed the same, they were wearing uniforms of a sort, and didnt look as unkempt as the barbarians do .. pausing to look intently at his father.
Ty-Rhan nodded and said, Yes, I remember the reports vividly, it is my main concern right now that these barbarians are possibly against all we are trying to achieve. They keep their distance from fear, I think, a fear that seems to be weakening somewhat of late. At least they are not hiding in the shadows as they once were. What of it then?
Still frowning in thought, Ty-Rell replies, I believe that there may be others out there, others that are not of rough encampments but of cities like Tamberlee here. I want to find these others, communicate with them if possible. Learn from them, help each other against these wild men that seem to spring up everywhere and then disappear just as quickly. I dont really expect too much trouble, but there could be some and for that I am well-prepared. Or I should say WE are well prepared! We have trained well over one year for this and hopefully, we will return much wiser men.
Ty-Rhan nodded to his oldest son, smiles and whispers, Just return, I say, just return intact, and as soon as you can. In a louder official voice Ty-Rhan continues, Now, you say you inspected the capital and found .?
Ty-Rell, momentarily confused, suddenly shakes his head remembering why he had sought out his father, stands at attention and reports, Yes, ahem .first item; they will break ground at the new copper mine before the week is out. The surveyor and his assistants are positive that this mine will produce as much, if not more than the first two are, and with more efficient methods may cost less than the combined cost of running the previous mines. Second item; the first fishing boats deployed last week and yesterday, along with a remarkable harvest, a request was made for a second fishing boat It looks like there is a whale breeding area just beyond the initial fishing spot which could increase our food production tremendously, not as we need it with the third item; the new farms will be planted before next rainfall, about a month earlier than expected, so next seasons crops will be plentiful I think.
Ty-Rhan nodded in agreement and replied, Just plentiful enough to fill the granaries with a small surplus, we have been experiencing optimal growing conditions since we arrived, you are aware, but I have to plan for this condition not to last forever. Hungry citizens are not happy citizens and unhappy citizens do not work so well I think. Looking expectantly at Ty-Rell, cocking his head at an angle, he continues, What of the citys defenses? How are
The citys defenses are MY responsibility, arent they? Quipped a voice from almost directly behind both father and son. Spinning abruptly around the two, evidently surprised, were about to loudly protest this comment, when Ty-Rhan enveloped his young daughter in a supreme bear hug .
Kassie, my dove, I am glad to see you this morning. Releasing Kassandra, he started to say, Your brother .
My brother, hey Ty she nodded toward him and then kissed her father on his right cheek, was about to explain that to you, I believe? She arches her eyebrows at her older brother, with a playful twinkle from deep cobalt blue eyes, the same color as her mothers. Or were you?
Ty-Rell rolls his eyes and looks to the heavens in exasperation, The Bows of Artemis regiment, under its commander ..
Which is me, dear Ty-Rell, get over it wont you? Kassandra interrupted, and then continues, Have I not trained and taught this regiment mastery of archery, by myself?
Ty-Rell becoming a little defensive, retorts, A sixteen year old cannot be a commander
I am seventeen, Kassandra hotly answers, and mother was in command of her first unit at that age, Commander! saying the last word with some critical emphasis.
Ty-Rell, placing his hands on his hips, continues hotly as if not so rudely interrupted, A commander of a regiment should NOT be a GIRL of just seventeen, who cant even hit the
Ty_Rhan, sensing an old argument is being rekindled, raises his arms, as if in supplication, but before he can say anything to cease the fight, Kassie unslings the bow she has been carrying across her back, notches an arrow spins around and hits a flying seagull which is over 100 yards away, replacing the bow before the body of the plummeting bird can hit the beach or her brother can continue his sentence.
Placing her hands on her hips, mimicking her brothers attitude, smiling at his open mouth surprise, she calmly states, You were saying something about .accuracy?
Ty-Rell, closing his mouth, glancing at his chuckling father, narrowing his eyes at his younger sibling, and says quietly with some respect, That was .pretty good .but how are you against a man in battle? Raising his voice a bit for emphasis, It is not a smallish feathered creature at, what between 100 and 200 yards away, you would be shooting at. It would probably be an armed and armored warrior, much bigger than you, who will be trying to kill you up close.
Kassandra leans close to her brother, surprising him, clasping both his forearms with her hands and lightly kissing his forehead whispers, That, dearest brother, is my fear also. You and your warriors are in the thick of it, but I, by the gods, can thin your enemies before you get to them. Those that I miss I can pester to distraction by a constant barrage of feathered shafts that just might make your task easier. I never forget the fact that we are NOT a melee unit but one of range. I train for contingencies of up-close rapid fire, but hope that lightness of feet and quickness of body will let me distance myself from the enemy a bit. We rely on you to keep us at that distance and in return we can somewhat soften those that attack. We complement each other and together make an effective team, no?
Taking a deep breath Ty-Rell, shakes his head slightly and murmurs, Yes, you are right, of course. I just, clearing his throat some, worry about .. His voice cracks a bit, you, Kass. I just worry about you
Ty-Rhan, sensing hostilities lessening, grabs both his offspring in a big hug and says, Ty-Rell, when do you leave?
Kassandra steps away from both, her eyes misty, as she punches her brothers left shoulder and turns toward the downed seagull. Speaking over her right shoulder she says, I must get my lunch. Yes, Ty, when do you leave today anyway?
Ty-Rell looks at her retreating back and shouts after her, Within the hour, we shall depart. Turning toward his father, as Kassandra picks up the dead bird and continues to walk away from them, he mentions smiling, Did you hear her come up on us ?
Ty-Rhan, shakes his head back and forth and replies, Talking of magic, dear boy, THAT girl is part Dryad I am afraid. I have NEVER been able to catch her off guard .EVER. She walks as if on air, no beast, or man, will ever hear her approach and in a forest of jungle, she is even more deadly than what she displayed for us today. She is so like your mother, may the gods bless her soul, that I sometimes forget that Tamberlynn is gone.
Ty-Rell clears his throat again, places his hand on his fathers right shoulder, says, I would like to report that the cities defending archery group is also well prepared and its Commander, albeit a tad young, is a competent and worthy captain. Tamberlee is well defended, My Consul, I leave now, with a heavy heart, as I will miss both of you and Ty-Lee until I get back.
Ty-Rhan looks back at his oldest son, Did you say your goodbyes to your baby brother already?
BABY brother, Ty-Rell chortles, Hardly a baby anymore as he is what ..ten or eleven now .?
Twelve, and dont let him hear you call him less than that.
Ty-Rell, nods his head, and continues, How are his studies? I envy him his astute understanding already of city governance. Something I never had any patience with as you two apparently do.
Smiling, Ty-Rhan states, He almost runs the city himself now, in the background yet, as the consuls would not take him seriously as long as I am alive. Truth be told, he has managed all of the details quite well of late, leaving me to plan the long game. He listens to all and can be inconspicuous to most members so he is a mine of inside information regarding their feelings and votes. His aide and aptitude for his calling is only negated by his entire lack of military comprehension, a task that sadly will be left to you and your sister I fear on my demise.
He will have nothing but our full support, respect, love and admiration. His legacy, no YOUR legacy will be standing for a long while, My Liege. Ty-Rell salutes Ty-Rhan briskly and hurriedly turns away to meet his second in command approaching from the city.
Ty-Rhan, Consul of a budding empire, leader of its capital city Tamberlee, watches as the two exchange salutes and stride away, to commence a necessary journey that will allow the empire to continue its growth. Without a backwards glance from either, he sees a slight figure just ahead of the two, long hair streaming in the wind, walking to join them. A brother and sister, whose purpose is to support and protect the heir apparent, their youngest brother, his legacy will continue.
With a cry from a seagull, not quite a hundred yards away, he whirls around with lighting speed and hits it perfectly with the slim throwing dagger of his own design. Yes, it is time to get my lunch now .children, may the gods continue to bless you.
He walks away from the rolling waves, toward the city, his city, smiling with his lunch in hand, one contented man.
Contemplation of a sort
He stands on the beach, with his back to the sea, allowing the rhythmic sound of the waves and the many sea birds crying hello to the morning sun, to ease his many concerns. He listens to those soothing sounds as he scans the horizon all around him.
To the north he can just barely see the multi-colored fields of the first successful farms. This season the harvest will be almost twice as much as last seasons bounty, and the new farms to the south should be producing almost as well within the next two seasons. The third copper mine, just to the west of the capital, will open next year, giving a timely boost to the treasury. That will make three producing copper mines, with the earlier two located just beyond the new farms next to the first stone quarry all financing the citys expansion thus far. This third mine will make up the expenses of outfitting his sons expedition leaving today.
How many months or years will go by before he hears anything? There had been rumors of a few war-like encampments beyond the hills bordering the farms to the north, but the scouts had kept well clear of the spiked barricades with the seemingly constant fires burning beyond, as they were not equipped for any major onslaught of a fortified enclave. These people, always seen just beyond the mist and shadows, have never even approached or allowed anybody to approach them since they were first seen over a decade ago.
Those reports alone had made him keep the daily border patrols active throughout this last decade. The decision, albeit expensive in manpower and time, seem to have kept those dangerous looking warrior bands at bay, giving him time to establish the immense mines, stone quarries, (they had founded another quarry shortly after the first mines had begun producing copper), and farms that have allowed for the peaceful continuous growth of the capital.
Although the latest patrols report indicates that there have been recent sightings of large armed groups just standing on the furthest hills, observing the farmers, and then disappearing into the mist after some time. Perhaps it is time for this newly formed army to explore, and see just what these wild men are all about.
He recognizes the distinctive tread of his son approaching from behind and says without turning, How fare thee today, Ty-Rell?
How do you DO that? answers Ty-Rell, pausing in his approach. I can never understand how you always know that I am here?
Consul Ty-Rhan smiles, turns toward his son and says, I have listened to you walk around your entire life. Why shouldnt I recognize your step now, twenty years later?
Ty-Rell narrows his eyes and remarks, I would call it magic or sorcery if I didnt know any better. Is this how you caught me all those times, growing up and getting into trouble? Plus there is this, he motions toward the lively seashore, How do you HEAR above all this?
Ty-Rhan embraces his oldest son warmly, patting him on his back and answered with a twinkle in his eye, Lets just call it a kind of magic, the same kind that you will have once you become a farther. It is easy to tune out unwanted sounds, if you just .listen.
Ty-Rells holds his father at arms length, studying his lined features, sighs and gestures toward the sea, I didnt want to disturb your contemplation, but I will be departing soon, and I inspected the capital operations one last time .
Inspected , his father interrupts, on the day that you should be making preparations for your expedition? Your dedication to duty is commendable, but I want nothing to go wrong ..
Father, Ty-Rell responds with a shrug, I have been prepared for weeks and nothing will go wrong. My troops will be able to handle anything that we may find. He pauses a moment frowning, Do you remember the survival training exercises we started almost a year ago? The farthest reaching training class, found the remains, of men. Hacked to pieces, we thought, by these wild looking bands of, of barbarians. They werent dressed the same, they were wearing uniforms of a sort, and didnt look as unkempt as the barbarians do .. pausing to look intently at his father.
Ty-Rhan nodded and said, Yes, I remember the reports vividly, it is my main concern right now that these barbarians are possibly against all we are trying to achieve. They keep their distance from fear, I think, a fear that seems to be weakening somewhat of late. At least they are not hiding in the shadows as they once were. What of it then?
Still frowning in thought, Ty-Rell replies, I believe that there may be others out there, others that are not of rough encampments but of cities like Tamberlee here. I want to find these others, communicate with them if possible. Learn from them, help each other against these wild men that seem to spring up everywhere and then disappear just as quickly. I dont really expect too much trouble, but there could be some and for that I am well-prepared. Or I should say WE are well prepared! We have trained well over one year for this and hopefully, we will return much wiser men.
Ty-Rhan nodded to his oldest son, smiles and whispers, Just return, I say, just return intact, and as soon as you can. In a louder official voice Ty-Rhan continues, Now, you say you inspected the capital and found .?
Ty-Rell, momentarily confused, suddenly shakes his head remembering why he had sought out his father, stands at attention and reports, Yes, ahem .first item; they will break ground at the new copper mine before the week is out. The surveyor and his assistants are positive that this mine will produce as much, if not more than the first two are, and with more efficient methods may cost less than the combined cost of running the previous mines. Second item; the first fishing boats deployed last week and yesterday, along with a remarkable harvest, a request was made for a second fishing boat It looks like there is a whale breeding area just beyond the initial fishing spot which could increase our food production tremendously, not as we need it with the third item; the new farms will be planted before next rainfall, about a month earlier than expected, so next seasons crops will be plentiful I think.
Ty-Rhan nodded in agreement and replied, Just plentiful enough to fill the granaries with a small surplus, we have been experiencing optimal growing conditions since we arrived, you are aware, but I have to plan for this condition not to last forever. Hungry citizens are not happy citizens and unhappy citizens do not work so well I think. Looking expectantly at Ty-Rell, cocking his head at an angle, he continues, What of the citys defenses? How are
The citys defenses are MY responsibility, arent they? Quipped a voice from almost directly behind both father and son. Spinning abruptly around the two, evidently surprised, were about to loudly protest this comment, when Ty-Rhan enveloped his young daughter in a supreme bear hug .
Kassie, my dove, I am glad to see you this morning. Releasing Kassandra, he started to say, Your brother .
My brother, hey Ty she nodded toward him and then kissed her father on his right cheek, was about to explain that to you, I believe? She arches her eyebrows at her older brother, with a playful twinkle from deep cobalt blue eyes, the same color as her mothers. Or were you?
Ty-Rell rolls his eyes and looks to the heavens in exasperation, The Bows of Artemis regiment, under its commander ..
Which is me, dear Ty-Rell, get over it wont you? Kassandra interrupted, and then continues, Have I not trained and taught this regiment mastery of archery, by myself?
Ty-Rell becoming a little defensive, retorts, A sixteen year old cannot be a commander
I am seventeen, Kassandra hotly answers, and mother was in command of her first unit at that age, Commander! saying the last word with some critical emphasis.
Ty-Rell, placing his hands on his hips, continues hotly as if not so rudely interrupted, A commander of a regiment should NOT be a GIRL of just seventeen, who cant even hit the
Ty_Rhan, sensing an old argument is being rekindled, raises his arms, as if in supplication, but before he can say anything to cease the fight, Kassie unslings the bow she has been carrying across her back, notches an arrow spins around and hits a flying seagull which is over 100 yards away, replacing the bow before the body of the plummeting bird can hit the beach or her brother can continue his sentence.
Placing her hands on her hips, mimicking her brothers attitude, smiling at his open mouth surprise, she calmly states, You were saying something about .accuracy?
Ty-Rell, closing his mouth, glancing at his chuckling father, narrowing his eyes at his younger sibling, and says quietly with some respect, That was .pretty good .but how are you against a man in battle? Raising his voice a bit for emphasis, It is not a smallish feathered creature at, what between 100 and 200 yards away, you would be shooting at. It would probably be an armed and armored warrior, much bigger than you, who will be trying to kill you up close.
Kassandra leans close to her brother, surprising him, clasping both his forearms with her hands and lightly kissing his forehead whispers, That, dearest brother, is my fear also. You and your warriors are in the thick of it, but I, by the gods, can thin your enemies before you get to them. Those that I miss I can pester to distraction by a constant barrage of feathered shafts that just might make your task easier. I never forget the fact that we are NOT a melee unit but one of range. I train for contingencies of up-close rapid fire, but hope that lightness of feet and quickness of body will let me distance myself from the enemy a bit. We rely on you to keep us at that distance and in return we can somewhat soften those that attack. We complement each other and together make an effective team, no?
Taking a deep breath Ty-Rell, shakes his head slightly and murmurs, Yes, you are right, of course. I just, clearing his throat some, worry about .. His voice cracks a bit, you, Kass. I just worry about you
Ty-Rhan, sensing hostilities lessening, grabs both his offspring in a big hug and says, Ty-Rell, when do you leave?
Kassandra steps away from both, her eyes misty, as she punches her brothers left shoulder and turns toward the downed seagull. Speaking over her right shoulder she says, I must get my lunch. Yes, Ty, when do you leave today anyway?
Ty-Rell looks at her retreating back and shouts after her, Within the hour, we shall depart. Turning toward his father, as Kassandra picks up the dead bird and continues to walk away from them, he mentions smiling, Did you hear her come up on us ?
Ty-Rhan, shakes his head back and forth and replies, Talking of magic, dear boy, THAT girl is part Dryad I am afraid. I have NEVER been able to catch her off guard .EVER. She walks as if on air, no beast, or man, will ever hear her approach and in a forest of jungle, she is even more deadly than what she displayed for us today. She is so like your mother, may the gods bless her soul, that I sometimes forget that Tamberlynn is gone.
Ty-Rell clears his throat again, places his hand on his fathers right shoulder, says, I would like to report that the cities defending archery group is also well prepared and its Commander, albeit a tad young, is a competent and worthy captain. Tamberlee is well defended, My Consul, I leave now, with a heavy heart, as I will miss both of you and Ty-Lee until I get back.
Ty-Rhan looks back at his oldest son, Did you say your goodbyes to your baby brother already?
BABY brother, Ty-Rell chortles, Hardly a baby anymore as he is what ..ten or eleven now .?
Twelve, and dont let him hear you call him less than that.
Ty-Rell, nods his head, and continues, How are his studies? I envy him his astute understanding already of city governance. Something I never had any patience with as you two apparently do.
Smiling, Ty-Rhan states, He almost runs the city himself now, in the background yet, as the consuls would not take him seriously as long as I am alive. Truth be told, he has managed all of the details quite well of late, leaving me to plan the long game. He listens to all and can be inconspicuous to most members so he is a mine of inside information regarding their feelings and votes. His aide and aptitude for his calling is only negated by his entire lack of military comprehension, a task that sadly will be left to you and your sister I fear on my demise.
He will have nothing but our full support, respect, love and admiration. His legacy, no YOUR legacy will be standing for a long while, My Liege. Ty-Rell salutes Ty-Rhan briskly and hurriedly turns away to meet his second in command approaching from the city.
Ty-Rhan, Consul of a budding empire, leader of its capital city Tamberlee, watches as the two exchange salutes and stride away, to commence a necessary journey that will allow the empire to continue its growth. Without a backwards glance from either, he sees a slight figure just ahead of the two, long hair streaming in the wind, walking to join them. A brother and sister, whose purpose is to support and protect the heir apparent, their youngest brother, his legacy will continue.
With a cry from a seagull, not quite a hundred yards away, he whirls around with lighting speed and hits it perfectly with the slim throwing dagger of his own design. Yes, it is time to get my lunch now .children, may the gods continue to bless you.
He walks away from the rolling waves, toward the city, his city, smiling with his lunch in hand, one contented man.