Amon Savag
The Great
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Amon Savag
The Great
Year 4700BC <<<<Update 3>>>>
The Anasazi assimilate the neighboring tribes using their trump card, the "culture flip". Their totem poles are a clever tool to both unite their own tribesmen and assimilate others into their tribe.
The Anjawa have gained new leadership and are now being agressive expansionists, as they quickly sieze territory around their small holdings. They make a point of spending their resources into their military.
The Comancheta are in danger of being exterminated by nature. They need a strong leader to pull themselves out of the danger that they're in (Slavic Sioux, I stalled update due to personal problems for so god damn long that it's not even funny, and you still can't send in orders. Hilarious. I MOVED YOUR DAMN COUNTRY FOR YOU!!! YOU OWE ME ORDERS!)
Fendiar expand their economy and infrastructure durring these 100 years, and try to dominate their neighbors through their new expansive economic system. (and gain a considerable boom in population)
Han Oi also make their presence known as of late, by creating the first war canoe. It is like a raft, but it's exceedingly better built. They spend their resources upgrading their war rafts into war canoes.
Janjaweed continues to raid their neighbors and take over their populations.
With less agression with the Janjaweed, the Nias have expanded to former Janjaweed lands. They also do more experimenting with stoneworking, but the general population is really really stupid. The government isn't very smart either
The Rajai and Yuumi warriors clash in a series of battles along the border. These battles rage on for 100 years, eventually, however, the tide gives way to the Rajai who through organization and quallity of troops send the Yuumi warriors packing in many more cases than the vice versa.
The Scantians form the first alcaholic beverages and then raid drunk through the peninsula of "Scantina" (Modern day Korea)
A couple more countries have gone NPC. Sorry about slow updates... I put in some long hours at work and then on the weekends I'm always out of town.
Hopefully the next update will come in faster than 2 weeks from now, but the record will show that I've not been able to keep a very good timeline on when the update will be posted. I'm aiming for next week on Monday.
I really apreciated Feanor's story, as chief 2 reminds me of democrats and chief 1 reminds me of republicans (Any American should understand).
Props also to Iggy's story.
Orders and stories, my friends. The NES lives on, as I have vowed it would.
The Anasazi assimilate the neighboring tribes using their trump card, the "culture flip". Their totem poles are a clever tool to both unite their own tribesmen and assimilate others into their tribe.
The Anjawa have gained new leadership and are now being agressive expansionists, as they quickly sieze territory around their small holdings. They make a point of spending their resources into their military.
The Comancheta are in danger of being exterminated by nature. They need a strong leader to pull themselves out of the danger that they're in (Slavic Sioux, I stalled update due to personal problems for so god damn long that it's not even funny, and you still can't send in orders. Hilarious. I MOVED YOUR DAMN COUNTRY FOR YOU!!! YOU OWE ME ORDERS!)
Fendiar expand their economy and infrastructure durring these 100 years, and try to dominate their neighbors through their new expansive economic system. (and gain a considerable boom in population)
Han Oi also make their presence known as of late, by creating the first war canoe. It is like a raft, but it's exceedingly better built. They spend their resources upgrading their war rafts into war canoes.
Janjaweed continues to raid their neighbors and take over their populations.
With less agression with the Janjaweed, the Nias have expanded to former Janjaweed lands. They also do more experimenting with stoneworking, but the general population is really really stupid. The government isn't very smart either
The Rajai and Yuumi warriors clash in a series of battles along the border. These battles rage on for 100 years, eventually, however, the tide gives way to the Rajai who through organization and quallity of troops send the Yuumi warriors packing in many more cases than the vice versa.
The Scantians form the first alcaholic beverages and then raid drunk through the peninsula of "Scantina" (Modern day Korea)
A couple more countries have gone NPC. Sorry about slow updates... I put in some long hours at work and then on the weekends I'm always out of town.
Hopefully the next update will come in faster than 2 weeks from now, but the record will show that I've not been able to keep a very good timeline on when the update will be posted. I'm aiming for next week on Monday.
I really apreciated Feanor's story, as chief 2 reminds me of democrats and chief 1 reminds me of republicans (Any American should understand).
Props also to Iggy's story.
Orders and stories, my friends. The NES lives on, as I have vowed it would.
Amon Savag
The Great
Really now? This calls for a story.
The Awesomely Ingenius People of Nias
"Dur."
"Hurhur."
"Durhurhur."
"Burp."
*falls down*
*hits head on rock*
*kicks rock with bare foot, in anger*
"Urhur! Oof!"
*stares at club, drops on face*
*looks at sun for a while*
"Dur! No see! No see!"
*runs around in circles and trips on rock. Collapses to the ground and begins sobbing*
A few minutes later, a raft blew onto the shoreline. A fit-looking figure dressed in a cloth with blue designs stepped off of the front.
"I claim this island for Nias- hmm, what have we here."
"Looks like... an idiot, captain." replied a ridiculously thin figure behind him.
"Indeed. Get the interpreter."
A heavyset, hairy, and low-browed figure stepped off of the raft (how so many people fit on a raft about the size of a beach towel (after most of the boat was burnt by Janjaweed pirates) remains to be seen).
"Urgh." he stated to the quivering figure on the ground.
"Durh?"
"Ug."
"Mrh?"
"Duh."
"Mmmhmm."
"Yup."
"Durhur."
"Hur."
The translator turned around to the captain.
"This most loquacious gentleman claims that his eyes have been seared by the burning orb of the sky. He inquires about our presence on his pleasant realm of habitation."
"Thank you Urg. Tell him that we're going to settle this island and bring civilization to his gang of primitives."
"Not a problem, Captain Murasawati. Durhur island urm we take from you. Make smart."
"Ooo. Hrm. Durhur."
"Our fine friend here is open to the possibility."
"Excellent. On to the next island!"
"Sir." piped up the slim sailor, "This island is the only thing for the next several week's sail. It's Sumatra."
"Excellent! On to the mainland then!"
The Moral of this Story: Some Niasians may be stupid, but you should see the people who neighbour them.
das
Regeneration In Process
Are you Yuumi? Then the question is, "how dare you remain alive?". That said, I'm glad you did, because otherwise I wouldn't have had anyone serious to slay this turn. Its really important for our culture and stuff. 
Amon Savag
The Great
I'll give Iggy 3 "at uh boys" for that story 
Amon Savag
The Great
From now on, you gain a certain amount of "at uh boys" for stories and doing certain things that I consider good enough for "at uh boys". When you accumulate 10 of them, you get to cash them in for an extra economy level. Hence, my NES is the best in the world, and I'll give myself 300 "at uh boys" for that one.
Of Migration, Canoes and Totems.
Two Tribesmen of a Hunting Party were preparing a meal for the group and discussing...
[IMG=right]http://www.vancouverbb.com/picturegallery/totems_tv.jpg[/IMG]TM1: What?... This is madness!
TM2: Madness? This is my grandmas recipe!
TM1: Your spoiling a perfectly good stew with those damn berries!
TM2: Always better than eating your damn tasteless stew!
TM1: What!? My stew tastes way better that that bitter deer piss you serve!
TM2: Deer piss?! Taste this you bastard! *Sucker punches TM1*
*Fistfight Erupts*
*Fight draws on for a couple of minutes*
*TM2 knocks TM1 unconscious and wins the fight*
TM1: And thats what you get for insulting my grandma's recipe!
The situation in the tribe was tense, the assimilation of neighboring tribes had somewhat boosted the tribes number but the tribe still heavily relied of hunter gathering rather than the farming they hoped to conduct here, it was becoming painfully clear that the local terrain simply was not suitable for their farming wishes and techniques, it was time to migrate again.
Great White Buffalo called a meeting of his ruling clique to discuss what had to happen, the recent expansion of the Tribe and growing culture also translated into the creation of a tight formal protocol for meetings and the expansion of his clique with new trusted chiefs that ruled the newly assimilated villages.
Announcer: Chief of the Tribes, in the name of our great chief of chiefs i welcome you to the entrance of the discussion Tipi.
First to enter and be seated is our magnificent Chief of Chiefs, the first amongst equals, the decider, his greatness Great White Buffalo, may he rule forever.
[IMG=Right]http://www.old-picture.com/indians/pictures/Kwakiutl-Indian-Canoe.jpg[/IMG]Next to enter is the Chief of the Downstream Villages, Chief Big Arms
Next to enter is Chief of the Upstream Villages, Chief Strong Hands
Next to enter is Chief of the Oldlands Villages, Chief Long Legs
Last to enter is Chief of the Far rive bank Villages, Chief Fat Belly
GWB: Welcome to the discussion tipi, you may be seated.
*Everyone Seats*
GWB: The whole tribe it tense, the promised harvests are not coming and unlikely will ever come, this place is simply not suitable for farming and the inefficiency and insecurity of hunther gathering prevents decent population growth, we need to migrate but which direction?
LL: My way is out of the question, we came from there and we left for a good reason, no point returning there.
FB: We could move the tribe on the far side of the river, but our knowledge of what lies south is near none, it would be a pure gamble.
BA: We should follow the great river at least we know that where we will go there will be water, however hunting parties do indicate that the river cuts into mountains at some point but I am sure it will end somewhere and there we will probably be able to farm.
SH: We should follow the great river upstream, we know what comes from there and while there are also big mountains there at least we know there will be plenty of water and fish
GWB: Curse the mountains and the great river, what good is such river if you cant use the water to farm? Ive had enough of eating fish! We move on the far river bank and leave the great river behind, the ancestor spirits will guide us to better places.
*worried murmurs*
GWB: I will not have my decisions questioned! We shall build canoes and travel southwards upstream of the smaller tributaries of the Great river, we will also bring our great totems along with us. Ive decided and it shall be so!
*All Hail the Chief of Chiefs!*
Orders:
Build Greats Canoes and begin a great migration southwards on various tributaries of the Colorado, carry the canoes between rivers when necessary (hopefully ending in a tributary of the Rio Grande and ending up in the great plains part of texas) , also bring the totems along.
Assimilate anyone along the way, plunder and raze villages to those that stubbornly resist us.
Abaddon
Deity
I am dropping from this.
Abaddon
Deity
Sorry, but i do not have the time/impetous to write storys and this NES seems to run on them.
das
Regeneration In Process
The Death-Story.
After the Wandering the peoples had arrived at their destinations, and so settled down, and made peace with local gods, and wished to live in peace, though visions of peace varied. And the Rajai people too had arrived at their destination and settled down; but they were a special people, for they were a chosen people, and so they did not make pacts with local gods, but slew them instead, and slew other peoples, and claimed the land for themselves instead of commiting themselves to the land. For the Golden Bird ordered, and the Rajai obeyed; and so they set about to conquer all that they saw, to enslave those who would be enslaved and slay everyone else.
But they had settled down, for conquest requires disciplinne, and disciplinne requires order, and order requires a centre - a capital city for the empire of the Rajai. They came from the jungles here, and he saw the golden glow, so he said that this was the right place. And there they built Rajapur, their capital, their fortress, where the families dwelled, the children trained and the warriors rested between their campaigns. And it was there that he, already old and tired, built his Grand House, where he rested on his bamboo throne and spoke with the Golden Bird, and oversaw his people's progress, and made sure that all went in full accordance with orders from above. Such orders guided the Rajai in their conquest, for conquest was not monotonous, but everchanging.
As conquest became more than raids and migrations, its goal became more clear - an empire. An empire needed more than one centre. So more puras, satellite-cities of Rajapur, were set up all around the conquered lands. And warriors moved there with their families, and raided from there now. But the local commanders all obeyed him in Rajapur, ofcourse. An empire must have many centres, but one must be above them all.
And so it was, for Rajapur was built on a hill, and at its topmost part was the Grand House. From his bamboo throne there, he studied his empire on his knees; it was so small, or seemed so on this map made of palm leaves, with betel nuts marking the satellite cities. Rajapur was marked by a small golden statuette - the Golden Bird. And the Golden Bird spoke to him, and told him to hold his warriors some more. And he held, and the warriors trained, while their comrades fought in fierce jungle skirmishes in the south, where those Yumai sallied forth. They thought it was a war; but it was, in truth, scouting...
He was now very old, and very tired, but still he held on to life and to power, and to the leashes of his warriors, for now was not yet the time. And some murmured that this was wrong, that an attack must come now; but he let them speak, for their words mattered not, only their deeds did, and none dared rise against him - or, at least, against the Golden Bird, for at times he himself realised that he was too old, too old to reign, too old to be obeyed, too old and too weak. But now was not yet the time.
So he sat on the bamboo throne and meditated, studying the map and the statuette, and remembering about the preparations, for his mind, at least, was still sharp and his memories still contained that which was important - the numbers of warriors in every city, the weaponsmiths, the armoursmiths and the herbcrafters, the amounts of new weapons produced and perfected and the supplies prepared. He counted them over and over again, and considered things.
By then, admittedly, he had already lost all track of time; he lost it long ago and now measured it by the audiences of his lieutenants, that informed him of recent events and asked for new orders. He no longer made distinction of sleep and consciousness, as all these things increasingly became the same, everything became as one, everything lost significance - except for the map, and the Golden Bird.
He was alarmed at this sudden trail of thoughts. When has he descended? Quickly, or over the years? Or perhaps, perhaps he ascended to be above the empire, ever above it and indifferent to the empty skies around him, watching and waiting, and preparing...
For what?
Some remaining basic human instincts awoke in him. Fearful, he tried to stand up, but then remembered about the map. He decided to gently put it down, and then walk away, to see the sky - he felt that it was needed, that there was something important there left...
But now came the time.
---
Rajaraja III was found dead on the next morning, after centuries of life, still in his bamboo throne. He was still grasping the map with his hands, as if reluctant to let it go, or perhaps wishing to get rid of it sooner for some reason. Either way, he was dead. That was the signal.
His young son took the name Rajaraja IV and the Spear of the Golden Bird; he glanced once on the map, shrugged and ordered the messengers to run as fast as they can towards the satellite cities. It was time to unleash the warriors and to begin the Conquest Proper.
After the Wandering the peoples had arrived at their destinations, and so settled down, and made peace with local gods, and wished to live in peace, though visions of peace varied. And the Rajai people too had arrived at their destination and settled down; but they were a special people, for they were a chosen people, and so they did not make pacts with local gods, but slew them instead, and slew other peoples, and claimed the land for themselves instead of commiting themselves to the land. For the Golden Bird ordered, and the Rajai obeyed; and so they set about to conquer all that they saw, to enslave those who would be enslaved and slay everyone else.
But they had settled down, for conquest requires disciplinne, and disciplinne requires order, and order requires a centre - a capital city for the empire of the Rajai. They came from the jungles here, and he saw the golden glow, so he said that this was the right place. And there they built Rajapur, their capital, their fortress, where the families dwelled, the children trained and the warriors rested between their campaigns. And it was there that he, already old and tired, built his Grand House, where he rested on his bamboo throne and spoke with the Golden Bird, and oversaw his people's progress, and made sure that all went in full accordance with orders from above. Such orders guided the Rajai in their conquest, for conquest was not monotonous, but everchanging.
As conquest became more than raids and migrations, its goal became more clear - an empire. An empire needed more than one centre. So more puras, satellite-cities of Rajapur, were set up all around the conquered lands. And warriors moved there with their families, and raided from there now. But the local commanders all obeyed him in Rajapur, ofcourse. An empire must have many centres, but one must be above them all.
And so it was, for Rajapur was built on a hill, and at its topmost part was the Grand House. From his bamboo throne there, he studied his empire on his knees; it was so small, or seemed so on this map made of palm leaves, with betel nuts marking the satellite cities. Rajapur was marked by a small golden statuette - the Golden Bird. And the Golden Bird spoke to him, and told him to hold his warriors some more. And he held, and the warriors trained, while their comrades fought in fierce jungle skirmishes in the south, where those Yumai sallied forth. They thought it was a war; but it was, in truth, scouting...
He was now very old, and very tired, but still he held on to life and to power, and to the leashes of his warriors, for now was not yet the time. And some murmured that this was wrong, that an attack must come now; but he let them speak, for their words mattered not, only their deeds did, and none dared rise against him - or, at least, against the Golden Bird, for at times he himself realised that he was too old, too old to reign, too old to be obeyed, too old and too weak. But now was not yet the time.
So he sat on the bamboo throne and meditated, studying the map and the statuette, and remembering about the preparations, for his mind, at least, was still sharp and his memories still contained that which was important - the numbers of warriors in every city, the weaponsmiths, the armoursmiths and the herbcrafters, the amounts of new weapons produced and perfected and the supplies prepared. He counted them over and over again, and considered things.
By then, admittedly, he had already lost all track of time; he lost it long ago and now measured it by the audiences of his lieutenants, that informed him of recent events and asked for new orders. He no longer made distinction of sleep and consciousness, as all these things increasingly became the same, everything became as one, everything lost significance - except for the map, and the Golden Bird.
He was alarmed at this sudden trail of thoughts. When has he descended? Quickly, or over the years? Or perhaps, perhaps he ascended to be above the empire, ever above it and indifferent to the empty skies around him, watching and waiting, and preparing...
For what?
Some remaining basic human instincts awoke in him. Fearful, he tried to stand up, but then remembered about the map. He decided to gently put it down, and then walk away, to see the sky - he felt that it was needed, that there was something important there left...
But now came the time.
---
Rajaraja III was found dead on the next morning, after centuries of life, still in his bamboo throne. He was still grasping the map with his hands, as if reluctant to let it go, or perhaps wishing to get rid of it sooner for some reason. Either way, he was dead. That was the signal.
His young son took the name Rajaraja IV and the Spear of the Golden Bird; he glanced once on the map, shrugged and ordered the messengers to run as fast as they can towards the satellite cities. It was time to unleash the warriors and to begin the Conquest Proper.
Grombar
Fire in the Hole
Ever since the Fendiar stopped sending the boys who did most of the thinking out to hunt dangerous animals, fight hostile neighboring tribes and other things that tended to get them killed life had improved. These wise-ones had figured out ways to keep more water out of the huts (Woven roofs that still leaked a bit, especially during heavy rainstorms but still better than what they had before), how to transport goods better (basic carts - 2 wheels and bed to hold goods (very roughly made and tended to break down often but most of the tribe found them a big improvement over carrying it all by hand or on their backs), finer tools to work the farmland with and more. Now more goods where being harvested, moved around the Fendiar lands to the places they where needed most or would get the most from trade and people started to enjoy life more.
Those boys that excelled in combat and hunting where also happier. No longer would they have to depend on a weak person next to them when they are doing their best to survive or put in longer hours to train these men.
Finally those that didn’t fit into one of the other 2 “specialized” fields got to have a “normal” life. They worked the fields, tended the livestock, got to play guinea pigs for the wise-ones experiments, ect. These experiments where generally harmless though some did end up causing headaches to everyone involved.
One such example was during the years the wise-ones where trying to develop better roofs for the huts. The roofs of the huts started out having dried grasses and other plant-life laid across the top and lashed onto the frame to keep them in place. These kept the sun out and let some breeze in to keep the huts fresh but leaked badly during any type of rainstorm. One of the first experiments done was to put thin stones around the top of the huts thinking that since water can’t go through the stones they would be safe and have a sound nights sleep during wet weather instead of spending half the night trying to find a spot you didn’t get dripped on to consistently. So the wise-ones rigged up a hut with these flat stones, had to reinforce the roof a bit to handle the extra weight and waited for a rainstorm to come. Finally the night of a rainstorm came. They had chosen to do this on one of the chief’s houses since he was an important man in the tribe and needed to have as much rest as possible in the evenings. Everything was going good; the rain seemed to just drip in certain places instead of everywhere till about 2 hours into the storm. The wind picked up a bit and the rain started coming down harder. At this point the grasses on the roof holding up most of stones started to give way. The result being the roof collapsing on the Chief and him getting a large bruise on his temple. Needless to say these wise-ones in charge of that particular experiment learned that when they where scared to death they could run very very fast!
Those boys that excelled in combat and hunting where also happier. No longer would they have to depend on a weak person next to them when they are doing their best to survive or put in longer hours to train these men.
Finally those that didn’t fit into one of the other 2 “specialized” fields got to have a “normal” life. They worked the fields, tended the livestock, got to play guinea pigs for the wise-ones experiments, ect. These experiments where generally harmless though some did end up causing headaches to everyone involved.
One such example was during the years the wise-ones where trying to develop better roofs for the huts. The roofs of the huts started out having dried grasses and other plant-life laid across the top and lashed onto the frame to keep them in place. These kept the sun out and let some breeze in to keep the huts fresh but leaked badly during any type of rainstorm. One of the first experiments done was to put thin stones around the top of the huts thinking that since water can’t go through the stones they would be safe and have a sound nights sleep during wet weather instead of spending half the night trying to find a spot you didn’t get dripped on to consistently. So the wise-ones rigged up a hut with these flat stones, had to reinforce the roof a bit to handle the extra weight and waited for a rainstorm to come. Finally the night of a rainstorm came. They had chosen to do this on one of the chief’s houses since he was an important man in the tribe and needed to have as much rest as possible in the evenings. Everything was going good; the rain seemed to just drip in certain places instead of everywhere till about 2 hours into the storm. The wind picked up a bit and the rain started coming down harder. At this point the grasses on the roof holding up most of stones started to give way. The result being the roof collapsing on the Chief and him getting a large bruise on his temple. Needless to say these wise-ones in charge of that particular experiment learned that when they where scared to death they could run very very fast!
Amon Savag
The Great
YAY! Bunch of stories. I need a few more orders and all to start the update. I'm aiming for Monday, for update time.
Amon Savag
The Great
3 sets of orders. I need more than this, comeon people. Have I somehow lost a following?
Abaddon
Deity
personally it did not see a regualar enough turn over.. The startup stage is so boring.. my orders would pretty much read the same (baring war) for the next ten turns or so.
