ASNES- Not going to end this time!
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Amon Savag
The Great
I grew your economy and expanded west, like your last orders told me to.
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Stupendously Illogical Englishman
Edmund died in 4400BC, having lived 115 years. He'd come to rule at 15 and surprised all, being the longest ruling leader in Britland history.
Harold the Explorer, his great-grandson, assended to the throne. True to his name, he explored the north and west, setting up limits of Britland at Yorka, Manchestus, and Plymouth. Twice he considered building seacraft to cross the channel to the 'big land', but decided aginst it. Harold died in 4351 BC.
His son gained the name of 'Alfred the Cruel'. He made harsh penalties for even the smallest crimes and made the people build a huge stone circle in Sailsbury Plain for him for free. To him, the Brits were nothing more then slaves.
Alred was overthrown by an Oxfordixan, Richard. Richard eased the punishments, and began to build small baots to send settlers and explorers into the unknown 'big land'.
Harold the Explorer, his great-grandson, assended to the throne. True to his name, he explored the north and west, setting up limits of Britland at Yorka, Manchestus, and Plymouth. Twice he considered building seacraft to cross the channel to the 'big land', but decided aginst it. Harold died in 4351 BC.
His son gained the name of 'Alfred the Cruel'. He made harsh penalties for even the smallest crimes and made the people build a huge stone circle in Sailsbury Plain for him for free. To him, the Brits were nothing more then slaves.
Alred was overthrown by an Oxfordixan, Richard. Richard eased the punishments, and began to build small baots to send settlers and explorers into the unknown 'big land'.
das
Regeneration In Process
The Scout-Story.
Tyon quietly and studiously recited all the curses he had heard in his life, while strangling the last of the patrolmen; that one was very large, and struggled to the end like the blasphemous barbarian that he was. Tyon stopped cursing for a while, remembering that a warrior must be silent during the battle; but he forcefully muttered out one last long and contrived curse (the main idea of which was that his enemy was to go through a thousand transformations, each more painful and humiliating than the last) when his enemy tried one last time to break his hold... and collapsed, suffocated. Tyon cursed again. It didn't matter now, did it? Around him, the slaughter was already over. Corpses of barbarians and Rajai scouts alike littered the jungle clearing. One last enemy stood, bloodied and tired. He lunged at Tyon with his stone axe; Tyon dodged and drove a knife through his enemy's abdomen, then remembered some basic decency, pulled it out and drove it into the chest. He repeated the same with the other enemy corpses. No matter what, blood must flow.
Staggering, cursing (the battle was over now, after all) and spitting, Tyon crawled back into the jungle; but the rituals gave him some sense of purpose, at least. His party was slaughtered, but he survived. And he still had knowledge - how fortunate it was that he was the map-bearer, that he had that green leaf on which the lay of the enemy land was scribbled. That would be useful. He carefully took out the map-leaf and pierced with his sharpest stone the spot where Rajai corpses lie. Perhaps they could be recovered later. Right now, there was a different priority.
He hid, for now, and rested; then he journeyed towards the small nearby river, hunting along the way. By the end of the day he had eaten, drank and found a place to rest. Things could have been worse.
In the days that followed, Tyon journeyed through Anjawa territory. He added more spots to the map; he found some fortified Anjawa villages on the way, and he saw warriors there. He avoided patrols; it was folly enough to attack them in full force when unsure of victory, but to attack them alone would be senseless. He did kill some traders, and a warrior that has wandered off too far from his village alone. Meanwhile, Tyon also left Rajai signs on the trees, and looked for those of other groups.
Finally Tyon found one such sign. He left his own, and added the "end" sign; he also wished there was some way to clarify that he was going to meet up with the other party, but he would speak of this idea later, if he remembered; for now, this would do.
And Tyon set off, following the signs. He added a river that separated that sign and the next one of that party to the map; that should suffice if their map is in good order. Aside from that, he merely travelled as fast as he could. When he finally came upon the final sign, he was exhausted, but still gave the pitta's shout. It was replied upon. Gathering his last strenght, he travelled in the reply's direction, and was relieved to find the scouting party in good order, as well as resting. He rested with them, and gave them his map. For the rest of the day he soldiered on, breathing heavily but still trying to keep up the pace with the party that silently accepted him. It was only on the next morning that he was able to properly report:
"My scouting party fell afoul of major blasphemer patrols. We fought off the first one, but another came to reinforce it and we were slaughtered. I alone survived, and have travelled here to continue my duty and to pass on my knowledge."
"This is bad," - replied the party leader - "the blasphemous resistance is stronger than expected. They themselves are stronger than expected."
"Aye, and if the rumours of them having allies to the north are true..." - one of the other scouts joined in.
"Silence - I have not asked for your opinion, Indor." - growled the leader, clearly annoyed with that particular scout, whom Tyon also noticed to be rather undisciplinned - "However, the situation is indeed difficult. That makes getting the information to the Rajaraja all the more important. Tyon, is it? You shall join our party. We shall continue our operations, and see if we could gather more information about the southern territory of the blasphemers; the size of their land too is greater than one might have expected. Malla, during the next big rest you shall copy his map to our reserve map. Then you shall travel with it to the north."
"Already?" - asked Indor, while another scout, presumably Malla, nodded.
"Ofcourse, ofcourse! This is important information, and the cycle is nearly over!" - barked the leader - "Alright then." - he said, standing up and turning around to face the main mass of the scouts - "Tyon of the eastern-middle scout party shall join us, while Malla shall depart us later this day to deliver the map north. He shall pick those who shall accompany him. The rest of us will proceed as before!"
It would take over two months, but eventually Malla would reach a border fortress, and would delive the information to the local war-lord. Then Tyon's hard-conquered knowledge will join what the other scouts had conquered before and now, in a single report that the new ruler, Rajaraja V, had received. Thoughtfully he nodded, asked some clarifying questions and then sat on his bamboo throne again, absentmindly fiddling with his long stone knife. Finally, he stood up again.
"There might be some adjustments to the plan, but the rest will remain as before. The Golden Bird has ordered it, and we shall not stray from our course. Send out the messengers to all the war-lords; the Conquest Proper shall begin in two months."
Tyon quietly and studiously recited all the curses he had heard in his life, while strangling the last of the patrolmen; that one was very large, and struggled to the end like the blasphemous barbarian that he was. Tyon stopped cursing for a while, remembering that a warrior must be silent during the battle; but he forcefully muttered out one last long and contrived curse (the main idea of which was that his enemy was to go through a thousand transformations, each more painful and humiliating than the last) when his enemy tried one last time to break his hold... and collapsed, suffocated. Tyon cursed again. It didn't matter now, did it? Around him, the slaughter was already over. Corpses of barbarians and Rajai scouts alike littered the jungle clearing. One last enemy stood, bloodied and tired. He lunged at Tyon with his stone axe; Tyon dodged and drove a knife through his enemy's abdomen, then remembered some basic decency, pulled it out and drove it into the chest. He repeated the same with the other enemy corpses. No matter what, blood must flow.
Staggering, cursing (the battle was over now, after all) and spitting, Tyon crawled back into the jungle; but the rituals gave him some sense of purpose, at least. His party was slaughtered, but he survived. And he still had knowledge - how fortunate it was that he was the map-bearer, that he had that green leaf on which the lay of the enemy land was scribbled. That would be useful. He carefully took out the map-leaf and pierced with his sharpest stone the spot where Rajai corpses lie. Perhaps they could be recovered later. Right now, there was a different priority.
He hid, for now, and rested; then he journeyed towards the small nearby river, hunting along the way. By the end of the day he had eaten, drank and found a place to rest. Things could have been worse.
In the days that followed, Tyon journeyed through Anjawa territory. He added more spots to the map; he found some fortified Anjawa villages on the way, and he saw warriors there. He avoided patrols; it was folly enough to attack them in full force when unsure of victory, but to attack them alone would be senseless. He did kill some traders, and a warrior that has wandered off too far from his village alone. Meanwhile, Tyon also left Rajai signs on the trees, and looked for those of other groups.
Finally Tyon found one such sign. He left his own, and added the "end" sign; he also wished there was some way to clarify that he was going to meet up with the other party, but he would speak of this idea later, if he remembered; for now, this would do.
And Tyon set off, following the signs. He added a river that separated that sign and the next one of that party to the map; that should suffice if their map is in good order. Aside from that, he merely travelled as fast as he could. When he finally came upon the final sign, he was exhausted, but still gave the pitta's shout. It was replied upon. Gathering his last strenght, he travelled in the reply's direction, and was relieved to find the scouting party in good order, as well as resting. He rested with them, and gave them his map. For the rest of the day he soldiered on, breathing heavily but still trying to keep up the pace with the party that silently accepted him. It was only on the next morning that he was able to properly report:
"My scouting party fell afoul of major blasphemer patrols. We fought off the first one, but another came to reinforce it and we were slaughtered. I alone survived, and have travelled here to continue my duty and to pass on my knowledge."
"This is bad," - replied the party leader - "the blasphemous resistance is stronger than expected. They themselves are stronger than expected."
"Aye, and if the rumours of them having allies to the north are true..." - one of the other scouts joined in.
"Silence - I have not asked for your opinion, Indor." - growled the leader, clearly annoyed with that particular scout, whom Tyon also noticed to be rather undisciplinned - "However, the situation is indeed difficult. That makes getting the information to the Rajaraja all the more important. Tyon, is it? You shall join our party. We shall continue our operations, and see if we could gather more information about the southern territory of the blasphemers; the size of their land too is greater than one might have expected. Malla, during the next big rest you shall copy his map to our reserve map. Then you shall travel with it to the north."
"Already?" - asked Indor, while another scout, presumably Malla, nodded.
"Ofcourse, ofcourse! This is important information, and the cycle is nearly over!" - barked the leader - "Alright then." - he said, standing up and turning around to face the main mass of the scouts - "Tyon of the eastern-middle scout party shall join us, while Malla shall depart us later this day to deliver the map north. He shall pick those who shall accompany him. The rest of us will proceed as before!"
It would take over two months, but eventually Malla would reach a border fortress, and would delive the information to the local war-lord. Then Tyon's hard-conquered knowledge will join what the other scouts had conquered before and now, in a single report that the new ruler, Rajaraja V, had received. Thoughtfully he nodded, asked some clarifying questions and then sat on his bamboo throne again, absentmindly fiddling with his long stone knife. Finally, he stood up again.
"There might be some adjustments to the plan, but the rest will remain as before. The Golden Bird has ordered it, and we shall not stray from our course. Send out the messengers to all the war-lords; the Conquest Proper shall begin in two months."
Amon Savag
The Great
Bump I need more orders and if possible stories. Update is still to be on Thursday. Last time I was on time, this time I want to be on time as well!
Alot of people had come to the place of the Tapestry and it had grown from a small settlement to a thriving village. To begin with all there were was huts but in time people started building other things. Merchants who didnt like the rain put a rof over their wares and great structures were erected to protect food from the elements. The priesthood, as the holiest of the holy were now called, had commisioned the construction of the grandest building ever seen, The Tapestry Temple.
The head Priest decided that more of these tempoles would be built wherever the people roamed, but none were to be as mind blowing.
So many pilgrims traveled annually from their village to the Holy City that man made paths had become apparent throughout the kingdom. While little more than dirt roads they still helped connect the empire.
As time passed on more things were added to the Temple in the Holy City to maintain is mind blowing state. One day however a group of rebels came into the city in an attempt to steal the wealth from the temple and possibly destroy the Tapestry itself. Surely by an act of God they were cast down but the warning that had been sent to them from above was apparent. 'Protect your temples, your people and the Tapestry above all things.'
So the military started guarding all the temples and hunting down groups of bandits who sought to steal their wealth rather than earn it. A wall of trees was erected around the Holy City, with primitive gates where the roads led in to allow pilgrims and merchants access.
Priests continued to go on pilgrimages of their own, to foreign lands to teach the ignorant of the Tapestry, God and the Wealth he had brought their empire. It was a peaceeful way of assimilation and as soon as the benefit of uniting with the empire became clear few resisted.
The head Priest decided that more of these tempoles would be built wherever the people roamed, but none were to be as mind blowing.
So many pilgrims traveled annually from their village to the Holy City that man made paths had become apparent throughout the kingdom. While little more than dirt roads they still helped connect the empire.
As time passed on more things were added to the Temple in the Holy City to maintain is mind blowing state. One day however a group of rebels came into the city in an attempt to steal the wealth from the temple and possibly destroy the Tapestry itself. Surely by an act of God they were cast down but the warning that had been sent to them from above was apparent. 'Protect your temples, your people and the Tapestry above all things.'
So the military started guarding all the temples and hunting down groups of bandits who sought to steal their wealth rather than earn it. A wall of trees was erected around the Holy City, with primitive gates where the roads led in to allow pilgrims and merchants access.
Priests continued to go on pilgrimages of their own, to foreign lands to teach the ignorant of the Tapestry, God and the Wealth he had brought their empire. It was a peaceeful way of assimilation and as soon as the benefit of uniting with the empire became clear few resisted.
Orders:
Establish the Holy City as an actual City, or as close to that as we can get.
Create the 'Pilgrims Paths' a road network connecting our villages with the Holy City and its great temple.
Construct the Great Temple in The Holy City and smaller, immitations in other villages.
Continue to send Priests out to convert foreigners, in All directions now.
Establish the Holy City as an actual City, or as close to that as we can get.
Create the 'Pilgrims Paths' a road network connecting our villages with the Holy City and its great temple.
Construct the Great Temple in The Holy City and smaller, immitations in other villages.
Continue to send Priests out to convert foreigners, in All directions now.
Grombar
Fire in the Hole
Orders away.
Grombar
Fire in the Hole
A speech from the Chief of Chiefs Fendor to the Army.
The Gods of Fire have allied themselves with the murderous Rajai! I have seen the evil faces of the Rajai and have witnessed the pact they have with the Fire Gods! They send fireballs among our troops in the night and laugh in glee as our people burn to death or get smashed by their weapons. They delight in our suffering, nay the suffering of all and are spreading through the land like a plague. We must teach them a lesson and make them pay for allying with the evil Gods.
I call upon all fighting men of the Fendiar fight these evil men with hate in your hearts and grind them to dust under your boots. Pray to Ika Dis the God of Thunder and Lightning for strength in this upcoming endeavor to see you through so that someday all our peoples will be safe again.
The Gods of Fire have allied themselves with the murderous Rajai! I have seen the evil faces of the Rajai and have witnessed the pact they have with the Fire Gods! They send fireballs among our troops in the night and laugh in glee as our people burn to death or get smashed by their weapons. They delight in our suffering, nay the suffering of all and are spreading through the land like a plague. We must teach them a lesson and make them pay for allying with the evil Gods.
I call upon all fighting men of the Fendiar fight these evil men with hate in your hearts and grind them to dust under your boots. Pray to Ika Dis the God of Thunder and Lightning for strength in this upcoming endeavor to see you through so that someday all our peoples will be safe again.
Amon Savag
The Great
I am going to update tomarrow, god willing, and I'm going to update a couple more times before I move, because after I move (starting June 8th) I will not have access to the net for like..... A month
So we will need to get in some updates before then, OR WE WILL BE CRAPPY FEALING!
So we will need to get in some updates before then, OR WE WILL BE CRAPPY FEALING!
Abaddon
Deity
a MONTH 
Thats pooh!
O yeah, get agricultural, oh, and build me a nice hut and.. can we start getting civilized? I want a capital.. to order people around.. taxes! yes, for every 10 fish you catch, 20 pigs you raise etc etc, the state gets 1, to be distributed as we see fit.
Oh, and send out boats to initiate a more peaceful encounter with fellow nations, we have much to trade and discuss!
To ensure they do not automatically attack, the sail of our ships are to be dyed a dark green rather than the previous black with skulls and crossbones
Thats pooh!
O yeah, get agricultural, oh, and build me a nice hut and.. can we start getting civilized? I want a capital.. to order people around.. taxes! yes, for every 10 fish you catch, 20 pigs you raise etc etc, the state gets 1, to be distributed as we see fit.
Oh, and send out boats to initiate a more peaceful encounter with fellow nations, we have much to trade and discuss!
To ensure they do not automatically attack, the sail of our ships are to be dyed a dark green rather than the previous black with skulls and crossbones
On Niasian Shipwrights
Picture a some sticks. You know, the kind you break off trees or pick off the ground to have sword fights with? Admit it, you do. Anyway, now picture a bunch of those sticks in a row. And they're tied together with something... let's see, there's no rope yet, so...
*grabs a passerby, pulls out a stone knife, cuts off hair.
Human hair. It's tied together with human hair. Now, until the development of second-generation watercraft, this was the pinnacle of Niasian shipmaking. Sure, some sticks might be bigger than others, almost up to the level of being called logs. And the hair might be tied into a cord. But essentially, they're all the same. Just how the Niasians managed to form a seafaring, colonial nation is beyond most modern anthropologists and archeologists.
These rafts were generally just smaller than their intended cargo would have preferred, and just low enough in the water to let people get wet from the crests of waves washing up between the sticks. People were getting annoyed, clothing was getting wet, and small children were getting washed overboard. Something had to give...
To be continued...
Picture a some sticks. You know, the kind you break off trees or pick off the ground to have sword fights with? Admit it, you do. Anyway, now picture a bunch of those sticks in a row. And they're tied together with something... let's see, there's no rope yet, so...
*grabs a passerby, pulls out a stone knife, cuts off hair.
Human hair. It's tied together with human hair. Now, until the development of second-generation watercraft, this was the pinnacle of Niasian shipmaking. Sure, some sticks might be bigger than others, almost up to the level of being called logs. And the hair might be tied into a cord. But essentially, they're all the same. Just how the Niasians managed to form a seafaring, colonial nation is beyond most modern anthropologists and archeologists.
These rafts were generally just smaller than their intended cargo would have preferred, and just low enough in the water to let people get wet from the crests of waves washing up between the sticks. People were getting annoyed, clothing was getting wet, and small children were getting washed overboard. Something had to give...
To be continued...
Grombar
Fire in the Hole
I love it!
Grombar
Fire in the Hole
Sorry to see you go Princeps. On another note I just realized we basically went from stone to bronze, or do we have knowledge of copper already? I had assumed we didnt but it never was all that clear.
Amon Savag
The Great
Thanks for wasting both of our time, Princeps. Grombar really isn't sorry to see you go, he just feels that it's his obligation to say something like that because he's a nice guy.
The Niasians have bronze. Everyone else has stone. Noone has copper.
The Niasians have bronze. Everyone else has stone. Noone has copper.
Grombar
Fire in the Hole
Nice, I should go and make friends with the Niasians then (if my dumb peoples could find them at least)
