Communisto
Condottiere
From: Greek City-States
To: Armenia
We regret that we will not sell any of our colonies.
To: Armenia
We regret that we will not sell any of our colonies.
Com(mie)NESI: The Wake of the Lion
- Thread starter Communisto
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Texas Toast
Crazy Canuck!!!!!
Whose the little guy to the west of me (macedonia)
Grandmaster
Deity
OOC: Epirus.
From Rome:
To Massilia:
By order of the Senate and People of Rome, I hereby demand that you surrender yourselves to the Roman Republic and accept Roman law and administration. Failure to comply will result in war with the Republic. I sincerely hope that the people of Massilia will see the reason of Roman order and logic, and submit quickly.
From Rome:
To all Nations:
The Western Mediterranean is hereby closed to further colonization. The Roman Republic officially lays claim to all lands west of Italy and north of the Mediterranean Sea. Infringement upon these claims will be seen as an act of war.
From Rome:
To Massilia:
By order of the Senate and People of Rome, I hereby demand that you surrender yourselves to the Roman Republic and accept Roman law and administration. Failure to comply will result in war with the Republic. I sincerely hope that the people of Massilia will see the reason of Roman order and logic, and submit quickly.
From Rome:
To all Nations:
The Western Mediterranean is hereby closed to further colonization. The Roman Republic officially lays claim to all lands west of Italy and north of the Mediterranean Sea. Infringement upon these claims will be seen as an act of war.
Communisto
Condottiere
To: Rome
From: Massilia
Never! We are the rightful rulers of our own fate. If you want our ancestral lands you'll have to wade through our own blood!
From: Massilia
Never! We are the rightful rulers of our own fate. If you want our ancestral lands you'll have to wade through our own blood!
North King
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You probably want orders, don't you?
Grandmaster
Deity
A legion is assembled on an open grassland in northern Italy. The freshly polished armor of the soldiers shines in the warm Italian sun. Men stand at attention, holding their ranks and files in perfect order. This is a rare occasion. The army is being addressed by Appius Claudius himself, the reigning Consul of the Republic, and one of the most famous and revered men in all Rome.
The soldiers watch as three men approach on horseback, their armor brilliantly reflecting in the midday sun. In the middle is Claudius, flanked by two bodyguards. The guards carry spears; Claudius wears his spatha at his hip.
As he nears the front line of Hastati, the young soldiers can make out the sharp lines and dark features of his chiseled, weathered face. This is the man they have heard so much about. The man who built the roads of Rome. The man who stood up to Pyrrhus of Epirus. The friend of the middle orders. The savior of Rome. Few of the veteran Triarii have ever laid eyes upon him, let alone the young Hastati. There was an almost godlike presence about the man. As he rode down the line, inspecting the troops, he saluted each officer in turn. The assembled soldiers stood silent and listened as the man opened his mouth to address them.
"Romans! Countrymen! Open your ears and hear what I say to you this day! I am not here on the frontier today to conduct any simple inspection. No. Today I come with orders from the Senate in Rome. I am to assume command of this legion and make it ready for war against the Gauls!"
"That is right men, the Gauls. Dirty, stinking, unwashed Gauls; the bain of our great nation since its inception. Not a one of you is unaware of the sack of Rome by Brennus the Celt. But the Gauls day of raiding and pillaging are over. I am here today not to conduct an inspection, but to prepare this army for the greatest campaign ever undertaken by Roman arms! Did you think I would be here on the frontier, far from the comforts of Rome, far from my wife and my children and my mistress" (the soldiers laugh) "without good reason? No! Rome needs a strong frontier. No! Rome does not need unwashed barbarians at her gates. I am here today, men, to bring Roman order to stinking Gauls." (Claudius draws spatha) "Men, this sword has tasted the blood of Samnites, and of Greeks, and of Etruscans. Now it shall taste the blood of Gauls! Roman arms have never failed me, and by the gods, this campaign shall be no different! This campaign shall be difficult, no doubt. Those of you who desire comfort, I suggest that you return to Ostia and take up work as merchants and cooks. To those who will fight for me, I can promise only hardship, and hunger, and the glories of war; and when this campaign is through, I can promise every one of you enough gold and land to make you fat until the day you die!" (the soldiers cheer, as an eagle flies overhead) "Men, look about you! The gods smile upon our venture! Mars himself sends us a sign of victory in the body of a great eagle! We surely cannot fail! Each man is the architect of his own destiny; let us forge our destinies together upon the fields of Gaul!"
Claudius gallops his horse along the line, waving his sword above his head. The army cheers loudly, as the eagle cirlces above.
The soldiers watch as three men approach on horseback, their armor brilliantly reflecting in the midday sun. In the middle is Claudius, flanked by two bodyguards. The guards carry spears; Claudius wears his spatha at his hip.
As he nears the front line of Hastati, the young soldiers can make out the sharp lines and dark features of his chiseled, weathered face. This is the man they have heard so much about. The man who built the roads of Rome. The man who stood up to Pyrrhus of Epirus. The friend of the middle orders. The savior of Rome. Few of the veteran Triarii have ever laid eyes upon him, let alone the young Hastati. There was an almost godlike presence about the man. As he rode down the line, inspecting the troops, he saluted each officer in turn. The assembled soldiers stood silent and listened as the man opened his mouth to address them.
"Romans! Countrymen! Open your ears and hear what I say to you this day! I am not here on the frontier today to conduct any simple inspection. No. Today I come with orders from the Senate in Rome. I am to assume command of this legion and make it ready for war against the Gauls!"
"That is right men, the Gauls. Dirty, stinking, unwashed Gauls; the bain of our great nation since its inception. Not a one of you is unaware of the sack of Rome by Brennus the Celt. But the Gauls day of raiding and pillaging are over. I am here today not to conduct an inspection, but to prepare this army for the greatest campaign ever undertaken by Roman arms! Did you think I would be here on the frontier, far from the comforts of Rome, far from my wife and my children and my mistress" (the soldiers laugh) "without good reason? No! Rome needs a strong frontier. No! Rome does not need unwashed barbarians at her gates. I am here today, men, to bring Roman order to stinking Gauls." (Claudius draws spatha) "Men, this sword has tasted the blood of Samnites, and of Greeks, and of Etruscans. Now it shall taste the blood of Gauls! Roman arms have never failed me, and by the gods, this campaign shall be no different! This campaign shall be difficult, no doubt. Those of you who desire comfort, I suggest that you return to Ostia and take up work as merchants and cooks. To those who will fight for me, I can promise only hardship, and hunger, and the glories of war; and when this campaign is through, I can promise every one of you enough gold and land to make you fat until the day you die!" (the soldiers cheer, as an eagle flies overhead) "Men, look about you! The gods smile upon our venture! Mars himself sends us a sign of victory in the body of a great eagle! We surely cannot fail! Each man is the architect of his own destiny; let us forge our destinies together upon the fields of Gaul!"
Claudius gallops his horse along the line, waving his sword above his head. The army cheers loudly, as the eagle cirlces above.
silver 2039
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Rome Total War huh? Juli intro right?
Communisto
Condottiere
if you could send orders it would be great i might be able to get the update done before the weekend that way.
das
Regeneration In Process
OOC: NK, just saw your stats. I actually visited Theodosiya once, you have a lot of wineyards and hills there. 
However, it would seem that on the map, the REAL Theodosiya is held by the yellow Greeks.
Communisto, don't you think the 50,000 men growth is too large for this period?
When Is The Update?
IC:
Nation Name: Saba
Capital: Ma'rib
Ruler: Ibraham/Das
Government: Monarchy
Tech. Level: Early Classical Age
Army: 100,000 Soldiers
Navy: 20 Ships
Economy:Rich(+2)
Education: Educated
Culture: Cultured
Confidence: Respectful
Projects:
Nation Background: A strong Yemenese Kingdom, fair competition for the Arabs of Maan
Story:
The sandstorm is rising.
I, Ibraham, maluk [king] of Saba, maluk of Hadramaut and maluk and Qataban, am standing and watching from the sandstone walls of Ma'rib, the sandstorm that is blowing in Saba'an lands. MY lands.
The desert... the great desert... Not all of it is mine; not all of it I need. The Maan Arabs and the Bedouins can have the rest. I have my own lands. Those lands are good.
The sandstorm is rising.
Within those lands, o Rahman, live many people. Brave and cowardly, smart and stupid, strong and weak, rich and poor. Virtuous and viceful. Rahman, those are my lands, but I am yours. My people live here, and pray to you.
They call you "Rahman" - for you are Merciful, for you spare us from Bedouin invasions and from droughts, from fire and from water. You are the ground; you are the skies.
You are the sandstorm.
The sandstorm is rising.
I watch the lives of my people, on the other side of the sandstone walls, some of them live well, others not, their lifes are good or bad, but they have lifes, families and thoughts, words and letters, homes and boats. They are not great; they are not mediocre. They are people.
MY people.
The sandstorm is rising.
I have a palace, a good palace, though I have heard of palaces much bigger and better, but my palace is better then some other palaces. I have my beautiful wives and my capable children. One of those children will rule over Saba after I will die and travel to your Gardens, o Rahman. I think it will be Halid, for he is the oldest of them, born earliest and taught of more then the others. Rahman, have mercy on my realm and my people, and do not take away Halid too early, for Halid is very promising.
The sandstorm is rising.
Saba, as a land, is richer then many and poorer then some, it is prospering from trade : from caravans and from fulks [dhows], gold and goods come to us and from us. The gold is put in the treasury, my treasury, along with the money gathered by taxation, and is paid then to soldiers and to sailors who have pledged themselves to me, my family and my people. And other gold goes to buying wood to build new ships, and other gold goes to pay the builders to build new buildings, and to the sages so that they discover more of your secrets that you placed in the world in the beginning for us to find and discover and see through, and hope to find and understand at least some of your truth, o Rahman.
The sandstorm is rising.
In the city square, I see, o Rahman, my army. It is a rather small army, as there are many larger armies, but then again, surely there is a nation somewhere with a smaller one. My army is trained from amongst the people of the city, to lower the overpopulation and diminish poverty, to give the soldiers purpose in their lives. The people of the villages are good in some things and bad in others, and it is hard to disciplinne them - harder, at least, then to disciplinne the urban people.
The sandstorm is rising.
The ships I have as well, o Rahman. Many ships, mostly fulks, that carry our goods and our gold to other, faraway lands that are not mine but still yours. I also have ships of war, to protect the ships of trade. Right now I have twenty such ships, twenty fulks that can ride through the waves and confront the pirates and the raiders, and in my and your names. But soon, even greater ships I plan to build, and they will bring even more glory, and the people of Saba will be remembered if we ever have to face an enemy from the sea. But merciful on our sailors - and do not allow an enemy to emerge. I ask this of you, Rahman.
The sandstorm is rising.
O, Rahman, this is a good land for all the bad things that there are about and in it. I like this land, I like this people, I like my palace, my army and my navy. I like my city and my sandstone walls, and I like my wives and I like my children, and I like this life, for, Rahman, this life, though probably worse then some others, is certainly better then many others, for I have seen other lifes - both mine and those of my and other peoples. I rarely ever left this land, but I have been to Mecca, and saw that city of pagans who refuse to worship you, and who instead worship a black rock, which is large and peculiar but definitely not divine - or so I think, o Rahman, and possibly it is you and you are it, and thus it is divine. Your nature is beyond mortal comprehension, o Rahman, yet we try to understand at least some parts of you, some parts of your truth, o Rahman.
O Rahman, be merciful. Show mercy to me and my wives and my sons and my daughters and my brothers and my sisters and my soldiers and my sailors and my merchants and my subjects and my friends and - last but not least - my land. I am still young: do not take away this life yet. I have much to do for my people and my land.
MY people. MY land.
The sandstorm is rising. I turn away and walk back towards my palace.
(OOC: There. Wrote a good story. Now that I managed to get "in-character" for Saba, killing this NES is bad for your health.)
Diplo:
From: Saba
To: Maan
Greetings, o maluk of Maan. Your people live in villages and cities; so do ours. Let that never be disturbed by war. I suggest a pact of no agression between our two malukates.
Also, so that we never have to fight over land, I suggest that we agree to divide the Arabian Peninsula into spheres of influence and expansion - indeed, I only want to claim the lands known as Oman, to far east from you, for my people, while the rest you and your people can take for themselves.
And finally, I suggest that we sign a treaty of alliance against the Bedouin tribes. The nomads do not often attack our two lands, but when they do, they bring much devastation. Thus, I suggest that if Maan is attacked by Bedouins, then Saba'an men will march to assist our good neighbhors in the defensive campaign; and should Saba be attacked by the Bedouins, the Maanese men will similarily help their good allies.
Are those proposals acceptable?
Orders:
- Start new Project: the Great Ma'rib Harbor (+10 ships, +10 UU, +2 Economy).
- Create new UU: Saphina Gadola [Greatship, or Large Dhow]: a somewhat larger yet more refined dhow-like ship, very good for early oceanic exploration, trade and transportation.
- Get 10 more Saphinot.
- Grow Education once.
- Set up several outposts on our border with the unclaimed desert (crude outposts, so I don't think it should cost money), and have 5,000 soldiers defend that border. If we come under a MAJOR attack from the Bedouins, have a messanger ride south to Hawra (one of our cities) and warn the 25,000 soldiers we should have there to march north and turn back the Bedouins in a battle (use superior disciplinne to drive a wedge through the looser Bedouin formation, and then hunt down the disorganized enemy).
- 5,000 soldiers are to be on their guard on Maanese border. Also, if we sign an agreement with Maan about the Bedouins, be ready to march those troops north to assist the Maanese against those Bedouins if needed.
- 35,000 soldiers are to expand our territory east, into Oman. Encourage settlement of that region by people from the more densely populated parts of Saba.
- 20,000 soldiers are to defend our homeland against seaborne invasion, rebellions and bandits.
- 5 Saphinot are to begin to circumnavigate the East African coast.
- 5 Saphinot are to travel to Persia, establish increased presence of our trade in Seleucid territory and from there travel east to India.
- 20 ships are to carry 10,000 soldiers and some colonists across the Red Sea into RL Eritrea. Found coastal colonies (settlements, trade posts) there and establish our control. After that is done with, our 20 ships are to protect our trade routes against pirates and our coast against any hostile ships.
However, it would seem that on the map, the REAL Theodosiya is held by the yellow Greeks.Communisto, don't you think the 50,000 men growth is too large for this period?
When Is The Update?
IC:
Nation Name: Saba
Capital: Ma'rib
Ruler: Ibraham/Das
Government: Monarchy
Tech. Level: Early Classical Age
Army: 100,000 Soldiers
Navy: 20 Ships
Economy:Rich(+2)
Education: Educated
Culture: Cultured
Confidence: Respectful
Projects:
Nation Background: A strong Yemenese Kingdom, fair competition for the Arabs of Maan
Story:
The sandstorm is rising.
I, Ibraham, maluk [king] of Saba, maluk of Hadramaut and maluk and Qataban, am standing and watching from the sandstone walls of Ma'rib, the sandstorm that is blowing in Saba'an lands. MY lands.
The desert... the great desert... Not all of it is mine; not all of it I need. The Maan Arabs and the Bedouins can have the rest. I have my own lands. Those lands are good.
The sandstorm is rising.
Within those lands, o Rahman, live many people. Brave and cowardly, smart and stupid, strong and weak, rich and poor. Virtuous and viceful. Rahman, those are my lands, but I am yours. My people live here, and pray to you.
They call you "Rahman" - for you are Merciful, for you spare us from Bedouin invasions and from droughts, from fire and from water. You are the ground; you are the skies.
You are the sandstorm.
The sandstorm is rising.
I watch the lives of my people, on the other side of the sandstone walls, some of them live well, others not, their lifes are good or bad, but they have lifes, families and thoughts, words and letters, homes and boats. They are not great; they are not mediocre. They are people.
MY people.
The sandstorm is rising.
I have a palace, a good palace, though I have heard of palaces much bigger and better, but my palace is better then some other palaces. I have my beautiful wives and my capable children. One of those children will rule over Saba after I will die and travel to your Gardens, o Rahman. I think it will be Halid, for he is the oldest of them, born earliest and taught of more then the others. Rahman, have mercy on my realm and my people, and do not take away Halid too early, for Halid is very promising.
The sandstorm is rising.
Saba, as a land, is richer then many and poorer then some, it is prospering from trade : from caravans and from fulks [dhows], gold and goods come to us and from us. The gold is put in the treasury, my treasury, along with the money gathered by taxation, and is paid then to soldiers and to sailors who have pledged themselves to me, my family and my people. And other gold goes to buying wood to build new ships, and other gold goes to pay the builders to build new buildings, and to the sages so that they discover more of your secrets that you placed in the world in the beginning for us to find and discover and see through, and hope to find and understand at least some of your truth, o Rahman.
The sandstorm is rising.
In the city square, I see, o Rahman, my army. It is a rather small army, as there are many larger armies, but then again, surely there is a nation somewhere with a smaller one. My army is trained from amongst the people of the city, to lower the overpopulation and diminish poverty, to give the soldiers purpose in their lives. The people of the villages are good in some things and bad in others, and it is hard to disciplinne them - harder, at least, then to disciplinne the urban people.
The sandstorm is rising.
The ships I have as well, o Rahman. Many ships, mostly fulks, that carry our goods and our gold to other, faraway lands that are not mine but still yours. I also have ships of war, to protect the ships of trade. Right now I have twenty such ships, twenty fulks that can ride through the waves and confront the pirates and the raiders, and in my and your names. But soon, even greater ships I plan to build, and they will bring even more glory, and the people of Saba will be remembered if we ever have to face an enemy from the sea. But merciful on our sailors - and do not allow an enemy to emerge. I ask this of you, Rahman.
The sandstorm is rising.
O, Rahman, this is a good land for all the bad things that there are about and in it. I like this land, I like this people, I like my palace, my army and my navy. I like my city and my sandstone walls, and I like my wives and I like my children, and I like this life, for, Rahman, this life, though probably worse then some others, is certainly better then many others, for I have seen other lifes - both mine and those of my and other peoples. I rarely ever left this land, but I have been to Mecca, and saw that city of pagans who refuse to worship you, and who instead worship a black rock, which is large and peculiar but definitely not divine - or so I think, o Rahman, and possibly it is you and you are it, and thus it is divine. Your nature is beyond mortal comprehension, o Rahman, yet we try to understand at least some parts of you, some parts of your truth, o Rahman.
O Rahman, be merciful. Show mercy to me and my wives and my sons and my daughters and my brothers and my sisters and my soldiers and my sailors and my merchants and my subjects and my friends and - last but not least - my land. I am still young: do not take away this life yet. I have much to do for my people and my land.
MY people. MY land.
The sandstorm is rising. I turn away and walk back towards my palace.
(OOC: There. Wrote a good story. Now that I managed to get "in-character" for Saba, killing this NES is bad for your health.)
Diplo:
From: Saba
To: Maan
Greetings, o maluk of Maan. Your people live in villages and cities; so do ours. Let that never be disturbed by war. I suggest a pact of no agression between our two malukates.
Also, so that we never have to fight over land, I suggest that we agree to divide the Arabian Peninsula into spheres of influence and expansion - indeed, I only want to claim the lands known as Oman, to far east from you, for my people, while the rest you and your people can take for themselves.
And finally, I suggest that we sign a treaty of alliance against the Bedouin tribes. The nomads do not often attack our two lands, but when they do, they bring much devastation. Thus, I suggest that if Maan is attacked by Bedouins, then Saba'an men will march to assist our good neighbhors in the defensive campaign; and should Saba be attacked by the Bedouins, the Maanese men will similarily help their good allies.
Are those proposals acceptable?
Orders:
- Start new Project: the Great Ma'rib Harbor (+10 ships, +10 UU, +2 Economy).
- Create new UU: Saphina Gadola [Greatship, or Large Dhow]: a somewhat larger yet more refined dhow-like ship, very good for early oceanic exploration, trade and transportation.
- Get 10 more Saphinot.
- Grow Education once.
- Set up several outposts on our border with the unclaimed desert (crude outposts, so I don't think it should cost money), and have 5,000 soldiers defend that border. If we come under a MAJOR attack from the Bedouins, have a messanger ride south to Hawra (one of our cities) and warn the 25,000 soldiers we should have there to march north and turn back the Bedouins in a battle (use superior disciplinne to drive a wedge through the looser Bedouin formation, and then hunt down the disorganized enemy).
- 5,000 soldiers are to be on their guard on Maanese border. Also, if we sign an agreement with Maan about the Bedouins, be ready to march those troops north to assist the Maanese against those Bedouins if needed.
- 35,000 soldiers are to expand our territory east, into Oman. Encourage settlement of that region by people from the more densely populated parts of Saba.
- 20,000 soldiers are to defend our homeland against seaborne invasion, rebellions and bandits.
- 5 Saphinot are to begin to circumnavigate the East African coast.
- 5 Saphinot are to travel to Persia, establish increased presence of our trade in Seleucid territory and from there travel east to India.
- 20 ships are to carry 10,000 soldiers and some colonists across the Red Sea into RL Eritrea. Found coastal colonies (settlements, trade posts) there and establish our control. After that is done with, our 20 ships are to protect our trade routes against pirates and our coast against any hostile ships.
Grandmaster
Deity
OOC: Not the Julii intro.... although I did incorporate some elements from the three Roman Factions videos, a few lines from pre-battle speeches, and a famous qoute from the real Appius Claudius.
To Carthage:
From Rome:
The Poeni people have never been friends of the Republic. This I understand; the rivalry between our peoples runs deep, back to the age of Dido and Aeneas, of Tyre and Troy. I do not ask that we be friends; however, I do propose that we be civil to each other. I propose a pact of non-aggression, and an agreement to demarcate our respective spheres of influence. I propose the following delineation of territory:
-All Africa belongs to Carthage
-Western Sicily belongs to Carthage
-Hispana south of the river Iber belongs to Carthage
-The Baleares, Corsica, and Sardinia belong to Carthage.
-Hispana north of the Iber belongs to Rome
-All Europe belongs to Rome
-Carthage may not own Eastern Sicily; this territory will either remain under the rule of a third party, or under Rome
Do you agree to these proposals, Poeni?
To Carthage:
From Rome:
The Poeni people have never been friends of the Republic. This I understand; the rivalry between our peoples runs deep, back to the age of Dido and Aeneas, of Tyre and Troy. I do not ask that we be friends; however, I do propose that we be civil to each other. I propose a pact of non-aggression, and an agreement to demarcate our respective spheres of influence. I propose the following delineation of territory:
-All Africa belongs to Carthage
-Western Sicily belongs to Carthage
-Hispana south of the river Iber belongs to Carthage
-The Baleares, Corsica, and Sardinia belong to Carthage.
-Hispana north of the Iber belongs to Rome
-All Europe belongs to Rome
-Carthage may not own Eastern Sicily; this territory will either remain under the rule of a third party, or under Rome
Do you agree to these proposals, Poeni?
Communisto
Condottiere
@ Das: yeah, i had forgotten to change that its supposed to be 20,000 i'll change that now.
To: Saba
From: Maan
We, the of Great Maan, agree to your proposals. May the ties of our great peoples last a thousand years!
To: Rome
From: Greek City-States
All of West Europe off limits? I don't think so. We are not finished spreading our great influence through the Mediteranean, as thus you will withdraw your claims.
To: Carthage
From: Humble Massilia
Please we beg you not to comply with the Romans, they are vile and wish us destroyed will you help us if they encroach on our lands?
To: Saba
From: Maan
We, the of Great Maan, agree to your proposals. May the ties of our great peoples last a thousand years!
To: Rome
From: Greek City-States
All of West Europe off limits? I don't think so. We are not finished spreading our great influence through the Mediteranean, as thus you will withdraw your claims.
To: Carthage
From: Humble Massilia
Please we beg you not to comply with the Romans, they are vile and wish us destroyed will you help us if they encroach on our lands?
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Grandmaster said:
To Rome
From Carthage
There is contradicting statement within ur proposal.
1. Hispana is part of Europe and u offer us all lands south of the Iber(also known as Ebro in rl rite?) an yet you then contradict that by All of Europe belongs to rome.
And we have opposition against Carthage not being able to unify Sicily.
However, against everything else we have little complaint towards and agree to the Non-Aggression Pact.
das
Regeneration In Process
OOC: Alex... is Carthage?! I was quite used to him being in China.
silver 2039
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In the vast splendor of the Mauryan court in the great capital of Paliputra Chandragupta Maurya, Emperor of the Mauryan Empire paced restlessly.
Practically all of the Indian subcontinent lay at his feet subjugated with Mauryan war chariots thundering across the land white pennants blazing in the sunshine.
Yet there was vaster untamed lands lay to the north and east along with the islands of the south. These must be brought under Mauryan control.
He immediately sent out a notice.
By Order of Chandragupta Emperor of Maurya all the lands of Southern India, the Island of Lanka, and the Islands of the Arabian Sea and Bay of Bengal are declared part of the Mauryan Empire. Any challenge to this shall be viewed as an act of war.
These notices were sent to the tiny kingdoms of Saba and Din Ding.
He drafted his next notice:
By Order of Chandragupta Emperor of Maurya all lands till the Bay of Bengal and up into the Himalayan Mountains are declared part of the Mauryan Empire. Any challenge to this shall be viewed as an act of war.T
These notices were sent to the backward kingdoms of Qin China and Nan-Yue
Finally he summoned his son Bindusura and said four words. Go forth and conquer
Practically all of the Indian subcontinent lay at his feet subjugated with Mauryan war chariots thundering across the land white pennants blazing in the sunshine.
Yet there was vaster untamed lands lay to the north and east along with the islands of the south. These must be brought under Mauryan control.
He immediately sent out a notice.
By Order of Chandragupta Emperor of Maurya all the lands of Southern India, the Island of Lanka, and the Islands of the Arabian Sea and Bay of Bengal are declared part of the Mauryan Empire. Any challenge to this shall be viewed as an act of war.
These notices were sent to the tiny kingdoms of Saba and Din Ding.
He drafted his next notice:
By Order of Chandragupta Emperor of Maurya all lands till the Bay of Bengal and up into the Himalayan Mountains are declared part of the Mauryan Empire. Any challenge to this shall be viewed as an act of war.T
These notices were sent to the backward kingdoms of Qin China and Nan-Yue
Finally he summoned his son Bindusura and said four words. Go forth and conquer
silver 2039
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I'll send orders tommorow.
Communisto
Condottiere
when do you guys want the update? if i get enough orders i can do it tonight, or you guys can have it on sunday. I can do both today and sunday if you want
Texas Toast
Crazy Canuck!!!!!
get one done today...
Grandmaster
Deity
Orders will come in a little while. If you have enough orders, an update tonight would be nice.
