ASNES- Not going to end this time!
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Abaddon
Deity
In Gold! you fools- and lots of it!
A new home and a new beginning.
The Anasazi had faced many difficulties during their massive exodus, many had perished but their numbers were replenished by newborns and the assimilation of the families of defeated enemies, and so finally they arrived to the promised land, stronger than ever.
Once again the spirits of their ancestors had guided them to prosperity, these new lands were green and lush, rivers and lakes were in abundance and fish and game were more abundant than they could have imagined, and trees, so many trees, tall evergreens dotted the landscape.
But not all was so positive, the ground would be difficult to tame and many neighboring tribes considered parts of these lands as their hunting grounds, the Anasazi would have to settle these land quickly and subdue those tribes, failure would mean death.
In the Camp the Chief was discussing matters with the elders, the Elders had vididly opposed the exosud and only trough his charisma and the sheer desperation of the younger generation, who saw everything around them die, he managed to force the elders to agree on migrating south. However since the exodus had started the elders undermined his leadership role, he felt that no matter what he did the Elders chose to opposed him, he had enough of it and chose to put this to an end.
Chief: “These lands seem good enough, we should settle here.”
Elder: “This terrain will require long and hard labor before we can sustain ourselves by farming, we should seek lower grounds and softer soil.”
Chief: “These lands will provide us with enough food to sustains us until farm are set up again and with all this water our harvests will never fail again”
Elder: “The Barbarian Natives we displaced from this region are also very aware of the riches of this place, are you so naïve to think that they will not try to return? we should take what we can and be on our way”
Chief: “Let them come, I will break their heads and take their wifes and daughters!”
Elder: “At what price? How many Anasazi will have to die before we will finally move on?”
Chief: “Worry not old man, you will not have to fight, my young warriors will vanquish those whom oppose us, the Anasazi are here to stay!”
Elder: “This is madness! If we stay we will die! And for what? Earth and Water?
Chief: “madness?..... THIS IS HOMELAND!”
And then the Chief threw the elders one by one into the river, no longer his leadership would be undermined by their forked tongues.
Orders:
Improve Economy by clearing out pieces of forest and start farming them, use the trees to build housing, farms, fishing equipment, weapons and a totem pole.
Expand south of the river with 500 armed men, subdue and assimilate the locals.
The Anasazi had faced many difficulties during their massive exodus, many had perished but their numbers were replenished by newborns and the assimilation of the families of defeated enemies, and so finally they arrived to the promised land, stronger than ever.
Once again the spirits of their ancestors had guided them to prosperity, these new lands were green and lush, rivers and lakes were in abundance and fish and game were more abundant than they could have imagined, and trees, so many trees, tall evergreens dotted the landscape.
But not all was so positive, the ground would be difficult to tame and many neighboring tribes considered parts of these lands as their hunting grounds, the Anasazi would have to settle these land quickly and subdue those tribes, failure would mean death.
In the Camp the Chief was discussing matters with the elders, the Elders had vididly opposed the exosud and only trough his charisma and the sheer desperation of the younger generation, who saw everything around them die, he managed to force the elders to agree on migrating south. However since the exodus had started the elders undermined his leadership role, he felt that no matter what he did the Elders chose to opposed him, he had enough of it and chose to put this to an end.
Chief: “These lands seem good enough, we should settle here.”
Elder: “This terrain will require long and hard labor before we can sustain ourselves by farming, we should seek lower grounds and softer soil.”
Chief: “These lands will provide us with enough food to sustains us until farm are set up again and with all this water our harvests will never fail again”
Elder: “The Barbarian Natives we displaced from this region are also very aware of the riches of this place, are you so naïve to think that they will not try to return? we should take what we can and be on our way”
Chief: “Let them come, I will break their heads and take their wifes and daughters!”
Elder: “At what price? How many Anasazi will have to die before we will finally move on?”
Chief: “Worry not old man, you will not have to fight, my young warriors will vanquish those whom oppose us, the Anasazi are here to stay!”
Elder: “This is madness! If we stay we will die! And for what? Earth and Water?
Chief: “madness?..... THIS IS HOMELAND!”
And then the Chief threw the elders one by one into the river, no longer his leadership would be undermined by their forked tongues.
Orders:
Improve Economy by clearing out pieces of forest and start farming them, use the trees to build housing, farms, fishing equipment, weapons and a totem pole.
Expand south of the river with 500 armed men, subdue and assimilate the locals.
Amon Savag
The Great
Nuke kid- You're not interesting enough for SIam. Get out of my house.
Feanor- Story props. Good trash
Mr. Sioux- I will redeploy your tribe to the region where you want.
Get your orders in! I'm always prepaired to update early if I can.
Feanor- Story props. Good trash
Mr. Sioux- I will redeploy your tribe to the region where you want.
Get your orders in! I'm always prepaired to update early if I can.
Abaddon
Deity
Amon.. is Nk's nation going to dissapear, or turn NPC? Cos i'll get splatting it if it has to remain..
das
Regeneration In Process
Technically I wanted to settle in the Mejong Valley (as opposed to Burma); ideally I would have been on that red nation's northwestern border. But this will probably do as well.
Shadowbound
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Tennessee[shadowbound]
Population: 6,300
Economy: Normal
Education: Really Stupid
Army: 500/1,500
Navy:
Culture: Without
Color: Tan (North America)
Brief Description: The Tennesseans are a nation of hunter-gatherers, traveling where the game is good. Increases in technology have led to increases in population, and the beginnings of farming communities have begun to grow along the banks of the Tennessee.
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The last winter had been hard for the people of the Blood Feather's tribe. The wolves had come and carried off a suckling babe from her mother in broad daylight, and then half of the meat had spoiled. Many had starved in the cold times, and when the winter ended it was found that the herds and game had starved worse, and there would not be enough food for the next winter.
They had done what they could, until a wandering shaman told them of a tribe along the banks of the northern river who did not hunt, but instead gathered food from plants that they grew. He said they had done well last winter when he had lived with them.
They traveled north, until they reached a great river that could not be waded across. Then, as the shaman had said, they traveled west in the direction of the setting sun. Each night they stopped, as the wanderer had said, and lit many fires so all would know they were coming. Some of the braves said that they saw watchers in the forest around them, following them as they traveled. Once they saw a group of women walking on the other side of the river, but dusk soon fell and they could not continue.
Nine days after they reached the river, a young warrior who called himself Standing Bull walked into their fires soon after the sun had set. He said that they had been watched by the Five Tribes of the Tennessee before they reached the river itself, and that the braves had seen how they lacked food.
He led them further west, to a ford in the river. They no longer stopped at first dusk, and would start traveling again before first light. It was hard going, but eventually when they reached the other side they found a great camp spread out before them. Forests had been felled and stacked ontop of one another to make solid tents, and a great wooden longtent had been erected in an island on the Tennessee. There, they observed a pair of men, chiefs of two of the five tribes, fighting.
"This is madness Black Moon!"
"No! This is Tennessee!" The smaller chief said and kicked the larger man into the river. He lay on his back for a moment, before standing up again. The water was up to his ankles, and the back of his head was muddy from the water. The giant chuckled, and maybe then Black Moon saw that the other chief overtopped him by his head and shoulders, or that his arms were fashioned like tree trunks.
Black Moon decided then that, maybe, he should listen to the larger chief.
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And on the morrow, Blood Feather joined the Wise Council on the Island Hall as the sixth chief.
OOC: Orders: Trees felled, made into houses. The cleared ground where the trees once stood will be turned into farmland. A longhall will be made on the island in the center of the river. 50 Braves will be kept to scout and make sure no one troubles the tribes. Wanderers will bring word of the village to all the tribes that have not joined the *Six* Tribes at the Tennessee.
Population: 6,300
Economy: Normal
Education: Really Stupid
Army: 500/1,500
Navy:
Culture: Without
Color: Tan (North America)
Brief Description: The Tennesseans are a nation of hunter-gatherers, traveling where the game is good. Increases in technology have led to increases in population, and the beginnings of farming communities have begun to grow along the banks of the Tennessee.
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The last winter had been hard for the people of the Blood Feather's tribe. The wolves had come and carried off a suckling babe from her mother in broad daylight, and then half of the meat had spoiled. Many had starved in the cold times, and when the winter ended it was found that the herds and game had starved worse, and there would not be enough food for the next winter.
They had done what they could, until a wandering shaman told them of a tribe along the banks of the northern river who did not hunt, but instead gathered food from plants that they grew. He said they had done well last winter when he had lived with them.
They traveled north, until they reached a great river that could not be waded across. Then, as the shaman had said, they traveled west in the direction of the setting sun. Each night they stopped, as the wanderer had said, and lit many fires so all would know they were coming. Some of the braves said that they saw watchers in the forest around them, following them as they traveled. Once they saw a group of women walking on the other side of the river, but dusk soon fell and they could not continue.
Nine days after they reached the river, a young warrior who called himself Standing Bull walked into their fires soon after the sun had set. He said that they had been watched by the Five Tribes of the Tennessee before they reached the river itself, and that the braves had seen how they lacked food.
He led them further west, to a ford in the river. They no longer stopped at first dusk, and would start traveling again before first light. It was hard going, but eventually when they reached the other side they found a great camp spread out before them. Forests had been felled and stacked ontop of one another to make solid tents, and a great wooden longtent had been erected in an island on the Tennessee. There, they observed a pair of men, chiefs of two of the five tribes, fighting.
"This is madness Black Moon!"
"No! This is Tennessee!" The smaller chief said and kicked the larger man into the river. He lay on his back for a moment, before standing up again. The water was up to his ankles, and the back of his head was muddy from the water. The giant chuckled, and maybe then Black Moon saw that the other chief overtopped him by his head and shoulders, or that his arms were fashioned like tree trunks.
Black Moon decided then that, maybe, he should listen to the larger chief.
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And on the morrow, Blood Feather joined the Wise Council on the Island Hall as the sixth chief.
OOC: Orders: Trees felled, made into houses. The cleared ground where the trees once stood will be turned into farmland. A longhall will be made on the island in the center of the river. 50 Braves will be kept to scout and make sure no one troubles the tribes. Wanderers will bring word of the village to all the tribes that have not joined the *Six* Tribes at the Tennessee.
Amon Savag
The Great
nks country is NPC.
Sorry about that Das, if you want to migrate again, then BY ALL MEANS!!! Go for it.
Sorry about that Das, if you want to migrate again, then BY ALL MEANS!!! Go for it.
Abaddon
Deity
Poo, whens orders due?
To Nias
From Janjaweed
It is agreed, tho we will take those 20 ships aswell.
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OOC.. since we dont have EP.. whats a unit of value to exchange?
To Nias
From Janjaweed
It is agreed, tho we will take those 20 ships aswell.
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OOC.. since we dont have EP.. whats a unit of value to exchange?
Amon Savag
The Great
You could give someone an economy level.
Abaddon
Deity
To Nias
From Janjaweed
To return those who we have kidnapped and cease our attacks we demand your 20 ships and 5 chests of gold pieces*.
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*Huzzah! we have an economy.. one economic level = 5 Chests of gold!
From Janjaweed
To return those who we have kidnapped and cease our attacks we demand your 20 ships and 5 chests of gold pieces*.
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*Huzzah! we have an economy.. one economic level = 5 Chests of gold!
The Yuumi were growing of that there was no doubt. But the elders were wondering when they could stop growing, indeed what would happen when they were forced to stop growing. The idea that there would come a time when there was not fresh land to conquer was blasphemous and so the elders were decapitated.
To prove this point men were sent out east and west to the shores of, 'The Great River', which seemed to lack another side. They would esecure passage north and south so no man, woman, child or strange fuzzy thing could pass without the Yuumi knowing and if needed, decapitating. The Yuumi men and women both took great pride in their nation and whenever someone or something unwittingly strode into their lands they would cry with great conviction "THIS IS YUUMI!!!!" Before decapitating them.
With the new crops and such someone had the bright idea to build a meeting hall where they could all eat together. They called this place Hell, short for Hellthy the Yuumi word for Good Food. And were often heard proclaiming "TONIGHT WE DINE IN HELL!!!!" It soon became apparent that such shouting would probably draw the attention of curious passerbys and so it was continued in an effort to draw more people to their lands, to decapitate, or enslave or 'assimilate'. Thanks to constant use of their vocal muscles the Yuumi people soon developed the strongest voices in the region and could sing rather well.
One day while routinely decapitating and enslaving a local tribe the Yuumi men decided to sing as they worked, because singing is a fun past-time. It soon became apparent that the fact these people could sing while mercilessly slaughtering/enslaving the men and 'assimilating' the women horrified and truly scared their enemies. So they did it more.
Meanwhile the women had found a nice root that made them eager to procreate and ate much of it without realising its effect. The Yuumi men were pleased. Once a elder expressed disgust at the rate of procreation and was decapitated as a result.
Orders:
Expand East and West, towards the ocean, in an effort to control the bottlekneck that is this part of the world.
Hellthy buildings are to be established in all the villages.
Men are to enslave, decapitate and 'assimilate' (in any particular order) all they come across.
Before they return to their loving womens arms who madly wish to procreate.
OOC: Let the age of 300 references commence!!!
To prove this point men were sent out east and west to the shores of, 'The Great River', which seemed to lack another side. They would esecure passage north and south so no man, woman, child or strange fuzzy thing could pass without the Yuumi knowing and if needed, decapitating. The Yuumi men and women both took great pride in their nation and whenever someone or something unwittingly strode into their lands they would cry with great conviction "THIS IS YUUMI!!!!" Before decapitating them.
With the new crops and such someone had the bright idea to build a meeting hall where they could all eat together. They called this place Hell, short for Hellthy the Yuumi word for Good Food. And were often heard proclaiming "TONIGHT WE DINE IN HELL!!!!" It soon became apparent that such shouting would probably draw the attention of curious passerbys and so it was continued in an effort to draw more people to their lands, to decapitate, or enslave or 'assimilate'. Thanks to constant use of their vocal muscles the Yuumi people soon developed the strongest voices in the region and could sing rather well.
One day while routinely decapitating and enslaving a local tribe the Yuumi men decided to sing as they worked, because singing is a fun past-time. It soon became apparent that the fact these people could sing while mercilessly slaughtering/enslaving the men and 'assimilating' the women horrified and truly scared their enemies. So they did it more.
Meanwhile the women had found a nice root that made them eager to procreate and ate much of it without realising its effect. The Yuumi men were pleased. Once a elder expressed disgust at the rate of procreation and was decapitated as a result.
Orders:
Expand East and West, towards the ocean, in an effort to control the bottlekneck that is this part of the world.
Hellthy buildings are to be established in all the villages.
Men are to enslave, decapitate and 'assimilate' (in any particular order) all they come across.
Before they return to their loving womens arms who madly wish to procreate.
OOC: Let the age of 300 references commence!!!
Abaddon
Deity
To Nias
From Janjaweed
Very well, your ships will be taken regardless.
From Janjaweed
Very well, your ships will be taken regardless.
