Abaddon
Deity
Damn you Iggy....why did you have to go there! Go North where all the fun is...
ASNES- Not going to end this time!
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Jono
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Is that because of the spot I chose or something else?
Abaddon
Deity
or your position on the map 
Abaddon
Deity
And why have an absolutly tiny population Amon?
Amon Savag
The Great
Abaddon, you have a tiny population because you're a bunch of pirates. Your land is populated more by slaves than your actual "people" (which are pirates)
Jono, you picked a place not in the cradle of civilization, what's worse is, it's not even remotely near where life would normally exist without the propper heating technology.
Jono, you picked a place not in the cradle of civilization, what's worse is, it's not even remotely near where life would normally exist without the propper heating technology.
das
Regeneration In Process
Neat; my stats for one were better than I thought they would be. I probably should have more slaves (and possibly less free men); I did clearly mention that we enslaved those whom we have conquered.
Also, it would seem that none have settled in Siam itself. Presumably there will be a very powerful NPC there.
Also, it would seem that none have settled in Siam itself. Presumably there will be a very powerful NPC there.
das
Regeneration In Process
The Pre-Story.
In the beginning, there was the Wandering. Humans, the descendants of dragons and fairies, wandered across the world. They bunched together for survival and intermarried; families arose, and grew; those became clans, and clans united to form tribes. And some of the tribes begun to settle down along the great rivers of the world; the dragons there taught them to grow their own food, and granted them homes. Others, however, continued wandering, laughing at the river folk who so easily abandoned their old ways.
But there were more and more humans, and less and less food and space for them to wander in; so the tribes begun clashing more and more often, and in their fury raised their clubs and spears. Battles raged, and those who were defeated either became slaves or died - or fled into the distant corners of the world, where they were left alone, to die - for none can survive on pride alone.
And into the swamps and mountains fled the once-proud, now-broken Tai folk ("Tai" meant "Free People" in their language). Their situation was complicated, for they were running out of food and were surrounded by hostile tribes. To remain where they were meant to die and to cease being people, as corpses are merely former people. To come out meant to become slaves, and so cease being free, as slaves are merely former freemen. Arguments between the supporters of two courses became ever more heated - while the last food was consumed and the last escape routes disappeared.
At this point of greatest desperation, a sudden new leader arose - a young warrior was trying to catch some prey in the swamp, and saw a golden bird. Having heard of such birds in the legends, he begged for it to help him and his people. And so it did - for a price...
Long story cut short, the warrior returned with a powerful and well-decorated spear, and a new kind of confidence and charisma. His people stopped quarreling and listened to his speech without interrupting. Before long they accepted his plan, in spite of both their pride and the madness they would have called it earlier. With both courage and disciplinne, they emerged from the swamp and attacked their enemies. Taken by surprise - both by the attack itself and by the ferocity of the attackers - the enemy warriors were completely slaughtered and torn apart. The women, the children and the elders were rounded up, the camp was taken and the food supply seized; but they ignored it until the evening. Thus the golden bird has kept its side of the agreement; it gave the tribe what it needed to survive.
And the warrior - and the tribe - repaid it as per the agreement. They sacrificed all the captured enemies, and made a pact with the Golden Bird, like the river-folk made a pact with the dragons. They pledged to worship it, and to bring it annual sacrifice in human blood; and to conquer all that they could in its name. And just as they became the chosen people and the instrument of the Golden Bird in the human world, so the young warrior - and after his death, his lineage - became the instrument of the Golden Bird within the tribe, a divinely-chosen leader who shall lead his tribe in its divine campaigns of conquest. And the chosen people then took on a new name - the Rajai, King-People, who were to rule the world for the Golden Bird. And the young warrior took on a new title, which also became his name; he became Rajaraja, King of Kings: in history he shall be known as Rajaraja I.
After a few more months, the Golden Bird appeared again and gave Rajaraja I the second of its many divine orders for the Rajai; he was to lead the Rajai south, to more fertile lands, where the first true campaign of conquest was to begin. And so he did.
In the beginning, there was the Wandering. Humans, the descendants of dragons and fairies, wandered across the world. They bunched together for survival and intermarried; families arose, and grew; those became clans, and clans united to form tribes. And some of the tribes begun to settle down along the great rivers of the world; the dragons there taught them to grow their own food, and granted them homes. Others, however, continued wandering, laughing at the river folk who so easily abandoned their old ways.
But there were more and more humans, and less and less food and space for them to wander in; so the tribes begun clashing more and more often, and in their fury raised their clubs and spears. Battles raged, and those who were defeated either became slaves or died - or fled into the distant corners of the world, where they were left alone, to die - for none can survive on pride alone.
And into the swamps and mountains fled the once-proud, now-broken Tai folk ("Tai" meant "Free People" in their language). Their situation was complicated, for they were running out of food and were surrounded by hostile tribes. To remain where they were meant to die and to cease being people, as corpses are merely former people. To come out meant to become slaves, and so cease being free, as slaves are merely former freemen. Arguments between the supporters of two courses became ever more heated - while the last food was consumed and the last escape routes disappeared.
At this point of greatest desperation, a sudden new leader arose - a young warrior was trying to catch some prey in the swamp, and saw a golden bird. Having heard of such birds in the legends, he begged for it to help him and his people. And so it did - for a price...
Long story cut short, the warrior returned with a powerful and well-decorated spear, and a new kind of confidence and charisma. His people stopped quarreling and listened to his speech without interrupting. Before long they accepted his plan, in spite of both their pride and the madness they would have called it earlier. With both courage and disciplinne, they emerged from the swamp and attacked their enemies. Taken by surprise - both by the attack itself and by the ferocity of the attackers - the enemy warriors were completely slaughtered and torn apart. The women, the children and the elders were rounded up, the camp was taken and the food supply seized; but they ignored it until the evening. Thus the golden bird has kept its side of the agreement; it gave the tribe what it needed to survive.
And the warrior - and the tribe - repaid it as per the agreement. They sacrificed all the captured enemies, and made a pact with the Golden Bird, like the river-folk made a pact with the dragons. They pledged to worship it, and to bring it annual sacrifice in human blood; and to conquer all that they could in its name. And just as they became the chosen people and the instrument of the Golden Bird in the human world, so the young warrior - and after his death, his lineage - became the instrument of the Golden Bird within the tribe, a divinely-chosen leader who shall lead his tribe in its divine campaigns of conquest. And the chosen people then took on a new name - the Rajai, King-People, who were to rule the world for the Golden Bird. And the young warrior took on a new title, which also became his name; he became Rajaraja, King of Kings: in history he shall be known as Rajaraja I.
After a few more months, the Golden Bird appeared again and gave Rajaraja I the second of its many divine orders for the Rajai; he was to lead the Rajai south, to more fertile lands, where the first true campaign of conquest was to begin. And so he did.
Amon Savag
The Great
Jono and Iggy- It's your NES, I just mod it. Why wouldn't you be able to migrate? If I'm laughing, I'm happy. Therefore silly stories are as valuable as the serious stories, as long as it's still somewhat culture defining.
Abaddon
Deity
kibab poo? 
Amon Savag
The Great
EDIT-Nevermind.
Abaddon
Deity
When do you want orders by?
(note Adhipa is my tribe's word for King)
The Adhipa, Jagjit Chetan, looked over the warriors and priests going on their mission. “You will spread the honor and glory of our people and our gods!” The warriors cheered wildly. “Go now and fulfill our sacred duty.” The Adhipa watched as the warriors, priests, and priestesses went off, until they were no longer visible. A man with a withered left arm approached the Adhipa, knelt and spoke.
“My lord, the newly appointed members of the Cult of Savitiri are awaiting your blessing before they set out on their life’s journey.” The Adhipa looked down at the man and motioned for him to stand.
“Thank you Nirav. We must head over to the Garden of the Spirits.” The two men walked back to the village and went to a beautiful garden in the center of the town where a few hundred people all stood wearing the traditional yellow for followers of the Goddess of the Harvest Savitiri. The Adhipa entered the garden and all the people bowed deeply until motioned to stand. They looked like warriors setting out to battle, which they were but, not to fight people. These people were to do battle with nature and plow the fields and raise the animals to sustain everyone. The Adhipa spoke unto them, “Glorious followers of Savitiri I am honored that you have all chosen to join the ranks of the people who work to sustain us all.” The Adhipa bowed deeply and then rose up again drawing a gasp from all present. “I praise you for being accepted by the Goddess of the Harvest. Please fulfill your duty and fulfill it well so that we may prosper.” The Adhipa left and then heard the excited cult members talking about the honor shown them.
“Sire, why did you bow to them? I know they are important like all the cults, but to bow to them? I don’t understand.” Spoke Nirav.
“That is why I am blessed by the Great Weaver to lead us and you are here to assist me and not rule yourself. You are wonderful at your task of keeping me where I need to be, but you do not understand the hearts of people. Their desires, their motivations, or their views on life.” The Adhipa paused for a moment and pointed back towards the garden. “By showing those new cultists that I respect them and their purpose deeply they will never fail to fulfill that purpose. I will always humble myself to raise the Ravindra higher. I am here to guide them just as the Weaver guides us all. That is why I bowed to them.” The royal guards all raised their arms in salute to these words and then the group went back to business.
The Adhipa, Jagjit Chetan, looked over the warriors and priests going on their mission. “You will spread the honor and glory of our people and our gods!” The warriors cheered wildly. “Go now and fulfill our sacred duty.” The Adhipa watched as the warriors, priests, and priestesses went off, until they were no longer visible. A man with a withered left arm approached the Adhipa, knelt and spoke.
“My lord, the newly appointed members of the Cult of Savitiri are awaiting your blessing before they set out on their life’s journey.” The Adhipa looked down at the man and motioned for him to stand.
“Thank you Nirav. We must head over to the Garden of the Spirits.” The two men walked back to the village and went to a beautiful garden in the center of the town where a few hundred people all stood wearing the traditional yellow for followers of the Goddess of the Harvest Savitiri. The Adhipa entered the garden and all the people bowed deeply until motioned to stand. They looked like warriors setting out to battle, which they were but, not to fight people. These people were to do battle with nature and plow the fields and raise the animals to sustain everyone. The Adhipa spoke unto them, “Glorious followers of Savitiri I am honored that you have all chosen to join the ranks of the people who work to sustain us all.” The Adhipa bowed deeply and then rose up again drawing a gasp from all present. “I praise you for being accepted by the Goddess of the Harvest. Please fulfill your duty and fulfill it well so that we may prosper.” The Adhipa left and then heard the excited cult members talking about the honor shown them.
“Sire, why did you bow to them? I know they are important like all the cults, but to bow to them? I don’t understand.” Spoke Nirav.
“That is why I am blessed by the Great Weaver to lead us and you are here to assist me and not rule yourself. You are wonderful at your task of keeping me where I need to be, but you do not understand the hearts of people. Their desires, their motivations, or their views on life.” The Adhipa paused for a moment and pointed back towards the garden. “By showing those new cultists that I respect them and their purpose deeply they will never fail to fulfill that purpose. I will always humble myself to raise the Ravindra higher. I am here to guide them just as the Weaver guides us all. That is why I bowed to them.” The royal guards all raised their arms in salute to these words and then the group went back to business.
On the High Colorado Plateau, defying the harsh conditions and hostile neighbors, the Anasazi peoples lived in peace and harmony with mother earth.
Led by Chief White Buffalo, the Anasazi were a stout, hard working peoples, constantly working their fields and inventing new ways to improve their harvests, the Martial traditions of the Anasazi society were to defend their Villages from barbarian raiders and attack only to Conquer and settle more fertile Territories.
Chief White Buffalo was sitting in the sweat lodge, the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning herbs and the droning sound of his meditative chants. The Chief was seeking guidance from his ancestors spirits, he asked them to show him the path to lead the Anasazi peoples to prosperity, the Anasazi had suffered from droughts for two years in a row now, making harvests fail and decimating the population. White Buffalo felt his spirit arise from his body, he saw himself sitting in the sweat lodge, his spirit slowly rose out of the tent, he saw his village, everything was dead, the bones of men, women and children layer all around, most were partially covered by sand. Sand Sand was everywhere, everything looked so dry, nothing was green, there where no flowers, no grass and not even a leaf on a tree, everything was dry, everything was dead. The Chiefs spirit then rose into the sky, like eagle he soared into the air, his eyes could see lands far away, his attention turned southwards, there he saw a great blob of green, in the blink of an eye he flew there, he saw a great forest with a great river, larger than anything he ever seen in his life, a river so great that not even it the driest and hottest of seasons it would become dry. South, south was were it laid and so south was were he mush lead his peoples.
to be continued...
Orders:
Spend Economy Building bows to be used for hunting and warfare.
Migrate Southwards, kill any hostiles men we encounter and assimilate their women and children into the tribe.
Led by Chief White Buffalo, the Anasazi were a stout, hard working peoples, constantly working their fields and inventing new ways to improve their harvests, the Martial traditions of the Anasazi society were to defend their Villages from barbarian raiders and attack only to Conquer and settle more fertile Territories.
Chief White Buffalo was sitting in the sweat lodge, the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning herbs and the droning sound of his meditative chants. The Chief was seeking guidance from his ancestors spirits, he asked them to show him the path to lead the Anasazi peoples to prosperity, the Anasazi had suffered from droughts for two years in a row now, making harvests fail and decimating the population. White Buffalo felt his spirit arise from his body, he saw himself sitting in the sweat lodge, his spirit slowly rose out of the tent, he saw his village, everything was dead, the bones of men, women and children layer all around, most were partially covered by sand. Sand Sand was everywhere, everything looked so dry, nothing was green, there where no flowers, no grass and not even a leaf on a tree, everything was dry, everything was dead. The Chiefs spirit then rose into the sky, like eagle he soared into the air, his eyes could see lands far away, his attention turned southwards, there he saw a great blob of green, in the blink of an eye he flew there, he saw a great forest with a great river, larger than anything he ever seen in his life, a river so great that not even it the driest and hottest of seasons it would become dry. South, south was were it laid and so south was were he mush lead his peoples.
to be continued...
Orders:
Spend Economy Building bows to be used for hunting and warfare.
Migrate Southwards, kill any hostiles men we encounter and assimilate their women and children into the tribe.
Grombar
Fire in the Hole
Orders pm'd to you and the various storys in the actual forum i take it?
Amon Savag
The Great
I need orders within the next 12 hours for all those who haven't sent them. Will start update probably before then, but will not post till this new deadline.
