DaNES II: When the Stars Fall
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You could.Affirming my claim as Basileus Archelaos III of Makedonia
Could I get a faction breakdown as well if it isn't too much trouble
Army Assembly: the organization of all Makedonian full citizens under arms, or at least enough close-by ones for a quorum. Position is derived from the ancient Argead army assembly, so an army assembly can act as court, resolves succession crises, and formally acclaims all basileis. Tends to favor Sophist policies, wars that get plunder, not messing with the position of the landed gentry, and other various conservative things.
Mesogaioi: lit. "inlanders", these are aristocratic landowners living in or with most of their estates in the inland territories of Makedonia. Tend on the whole to be distrustful of naval expansion. Support attacking the Ruxsalannoi, and strenuously oppose any sort of agreement or cooperation with same. Supply most of the army leadership.
Boiotia: the satrapy of Boiotia, which controls the region of Boiotia. Not as independent as Attika is. Tends to support war against Chaonia. Satraps of Boiotia tend to be rather jealous of the Attikan ones. Always supportive of gaining more autonomy.
Attika: the semiautonomous satrapy of Attika, which controls the region of Attika, home of the holy city of Athens. Tends to support war against the Perseids and expanding the navy. Enjoys current autonomy.
Paralioi: lit. "shore-dwellers", these are the group of people clustered in the regions of Makedonia near the sea. Tend to be more urbanized than the mesogaioi. Also tends to include the merchantry. Makes up most of the Mak naval leadership and supports a larger fleet, as well as war with the Thraikians or Mysians or Perseids.
You're the guy he was talking about? Uh, sure. Do you know what you're getting into? Here is a list of factions that includes those of the Tantan.
Welcome to NESing!
Abaddon
Deity
Welcome Mr Nox..
Anonymoose
KING OF MEESE
Nox seems like a suitable nickname. Welcome to the forums.
Dachs, I need to know the relation of Chola has with the Chinese in this history, as it was pretty extensive in OTL. If it is too substantially different, could I get some explanation and perhaps know what is filling the economic void?
Dachs, I need to know the relation of Chola has with the Chinese in this history, as it was pretty extensive in OTL. If it is too substantially different, could I get some explanation and perhaps know what is filling the economic void?
On behalf of the Empress Suiko, Soga Umako announces their acceptance of the responsibility of ruling Yamato.
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
Hey Dachs, Pala breakdown?
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Welcome to the madness. I like your solid use of grammar and spelling.
Tree151
Warlord
To - The Kingdom of Aigyptos
From - The Aksumite Empire
There is no reason why we cannot accept. We hope that this prosperity of trade and good will between our people will last for a long time.
To - All coastal Indian nations
From - The Aksumite Empire
Greetings, we would like to propose trade agreements with your nations, to design regular trade routes into your port cities. We would export the finest of African products, in exchange to what India has to offer. We also offer a 5% reduction of prices between our trades, to boost the amount of goods traded. Agreed?
foolish icarus
Shipwreck
Spoiler Sogdiane, broken axle of the world :
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
A Paternal Didactic
There is a tradition among the Greeks of the West, and among the Syrakousoi in particular. At family feasts, the place of honor at the table lies empty. Once, my son asked me why this was, and why I, the patriarch and lord of our family, did not occupy the seat. I did not answer him, for the answer to his question required broader understanding. The flowing wine and heady jests of the banquet hall would triumph over serene instruction.
The next day, I took my son riding into the countryside, to survey one of the estates. There is a rise of hills from which a tenant village and the nearby fields can be seen. The grain was ripening, women washed in the river, smoke rose from the smithy, and to all appearances, each craft occupied a proper place in the ordering of nature.
Do you understand who occupies the empty chair at the banquet table, I asked my son. He replied that he did not. Who rules here? I asked my son. You rule, father, he replied. But no, my son, I am merely a guardian. I rule by merit, for by my honor and prudence have I gained these lands and increased them. But I do not hammer the iron, nor do I wash the garments, nor do I scythe the wheat. Yet without iron I would be without defense, without garments I would be without raiment, and without wheat I would surely starve. So again I say, who rules here?
To this, my son had no reply. Every man has a craft. To some, the craft is the production of a good. All those who labor here do such things. To others, the craft is the ordering of men. That is my craft, and in time, yours. Those who labor here are like the polis, and we watchers on the hill are like the Assembly, chosen by blood and merit to order the polis. It is by their crafts that we make our livelihood, and by our craft that they make theirs. In all things, we perpetuate the greater framework of order. Each with a place in the order, and that order upheld by all.
I saw the light of understanding begin to flicker in the eyes of my son. So, he said, the empty chair shows that there is no ruler. We are a Republic, unlike the despots of the East who subject the people to their whims. And so we know no ruler. Truly, my son thought himself quite the philosopher for coming to this conclusion. Though you are on the right path, you have not quite reached your destination, I told him.
The seat of honor at the banquet table is the Empty Throne. In times long past, the Empty Throne was reserved for a dead hero, a worthy basileus basileōn, whose virtue and honor were accorded worship and remembrance, even after death. For some, the Empty Throne was for Alexandros Megas, for others, Seleukos. But these were the old ways, given over to pagan times when it was thought that men like Achilles and Hercules could become gods by merit alone.
It is not a man that rules here, nor is it a man that rules the polis, nor is it a man that rules the Republic. The Assembly guides, as it is the people's will. But in truth, the Assembly is guided, by the Hagia Sophia, by the love of wisdom which espouses peace, order, and justice in all things.
The throne lies empty, my son, because there are no gods, and no heroes. Every man who takes the throne is a tyrant, and ever hand that grasps a crown must first be covered in blood. It is truly noble and wise, my son, to be a guardian. Accept glory and acclaim by your merit, but let your merit stem from the people. True power lies in accepting power as an instrument of the poleis, not as a hegemon to whom power is accorded by ancestry or strength. Rule with reluctance and moderation, and every step you take shall be on a carpet of laurels.
But father, my son asked me after a long silence, do we not rule because of our ancestry? And are not those acclaimed to the Archonate all men of great wealth and family?
My son, I replied, it is not a world without flaw. That is why the throne lies empty. It can only be occupied by principles, by purity, by Sophia itself.
There is a tradition among the Greeks of the West, and among the Syrakousoi in particular. At family feasts, the place of honor at the table lies empty. Once, my son asked me why this was, and why I, the patriarch and lord of our family, did not occupy the seat. I did not answer him, for the answer to his question required broader understanding. The flowing wine and heady jests of the banquet hall would triumph over serene instruction.
The next day, I took my son riding into the countryside, to survey one of the estates. There is a rise of hills from which a tenant village and the nearby fields can be seen. The grain was ripening, women washed in the river, smoke rose from the smithy, and to all appearances, each craft occupied a proper place in the ordering of nature.
Do you understand who occupies the empty chair at the banquet table, I asked my son. He replied that he did not. Who rules here? I asked my son. You rule, father, he replied. But no, my son, I am merely a guardian. I rule by merit, for by my honor and prudence have I gained these lands and increased them. But I do not hammer the iron, nor do I wash the garments, nor do I scythe the wheat. Yet without iron I would be without defense, without garments I would be without raiment, and without wheat I would surely starve. So again I say, who rules here?
To this, my son had no reply. Every man has a craft. To some, the craft is the production of a good. All those who labor here do such things. To others, the craft is the ordering of men. That is my craft, and in time, yours. Those who labor here are like the polis, and we watchers on the hill are like the Assembly, chosen by blood and merit to order the polis. It is by their crafts that we make our livelihood, and by our craft that they make theirs. In all things, we perpetuate the greater framework of order. Each with a place in the order, and that order upheld by all.
I saw the light of understanding begin to flicker in the eyes of my son. So, he said, the empty chair shows that there is no ruler. We are a Republic, unlike the despots of the East who subject the people to their whims. And so we know no ruler. Truly, my son thought himself quite the philosopher for coming to this conclusion. Though you are on the right path, you have not quite reached your destination, I told him.
The seat of honor at the banquet table is the Empty Throne. In times long past, the Empty Throne was reserved for a dead hero, a worthy basileus basileōn, whose virtue and honor were accorded worship and remembrance, even after death. For some, the Empty Throne was for Alexandros Megas, for others, Seleukos. But these were the old ways, given over to pagan times when it was thought that men like Achilles and Hercules could become gods by merit alone.
It is not a man that rules here, nor is it a man that rules the polis, nor is it a man that rules the Republic. The Assembly guides, as it is the people's will. But in truth, the Assembly is guided, by the Hagia Sophia, by the love of wisdom which espouses peace, order, and justice in all things.
The throne lies empty, my son, because there are no gods, and no heroes. Every man who takes the throne is a tyrant, and ever hand that grasps a crown must first be covered in blood. It is truly noble and wise, my son, to be a guardian. Accept glory and acclaim by your merit, but let your merit stem from the people. True power lies in accepting power as an instrument of the poleis, not as a hegemon to whom power is accorded by ancestry or strength. Rule with reluctance and moderation, and every step you take shall be on a carpet of laurels.
But father, my son asked me after a long silence, do we not rule because of our ancestry? And are not those acclaimed to the Archonate all men of great wealth and family?
My son, I replied, it is not a world without flaw. That is why the throne lies empty. It can only be occupied by principles, by purity, by Sophia itself.
Kraznaya
Princeps
OOC: That was almost half elegant, Thlayli. Interesting to watch what path you proclaimed Sophists will take.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: @Dachs, I forgot to ask, how exactly has Buddhism evolved/differed from OTL? Posting here so that other people could know as well.
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
I'll assume Armenia, if allowed.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Danke. I just took Aristotelian/Platonic ethics and twisted it a little to fit the situation.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Oh yeah, Dachs, quick question. For the troop costs listed on the front, is that how much your upkeep increases/revenues decrease, or is that the cost you pay from your treasury? Or both?
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