it has been a very long summer for little troy. being the son of the chief was very nice indeed. the responsebilities were few, and the girls just loved him. he spent his days hunting the vast plain, or fishingon the great river.
a few years of such idle existance proved to the young man (now at the ripe age of 18) that life was indeed good.
and TERROR strikes.
dearest father, the great chief, is mortally wounded while bison hunting.
on his death bed he says to the young man "young troy, thou art mine favorite son, and must forego now the folly of youth and start behaving like the leader you were meant to become!"
"LEAD our people. nay, lead YOUR people!!"
"make our nation the greatest one the nations of the world. thou shall rule an empire of eternal sunshine, while i shall guard it from the great sun."
so passed away the father of the first of the Angles, chief Broderick Londare (brother of Londare)
with this his final wish, and with summer nearly at an end, the young lord panicked.
"what shall i do? how best shall i lead MY people?"
"we have been wandering these lands forever, with naught to show for it. we must cease this and become serious about our future empire!"
young Troy was a smart lad, even if he was not keen on showing this.
"we shall settle on the hill, near this beutiful curve of the river. we shall have plenty of fish and great fields of wheat with which to feed my people, and we shall grow stronger."
and i shall name our village after the great spirit that protects us - LONDON.
the people have accepted Chief Broderick's death with sadness, but realised that the young pup they had thought so foolish was well meaning, kind and caring, so they subjugated themselves to his rule, naming him Chief Troy of the Angles.
as his first task, Troy ordered a fleet of boats built. we must get ready for winter, and after abandoning the nomadic life, we cannot live of the land. we must save food. aand the closest was from the sea.
it was a marvelous idea as the first boat built proved to be so quick and stable, that within a moon cycle the people had all the food they could store.
seeing this task worked out so finely, Troy thought to himself "what must i do now to get my people to prosper? where do i start on my empire?" and a basic truth has come to him.
"first we must know whom we shall rule! it is not good to be alone in this world. there have been many rumours of strange peoples and stranger lands across the water. our boat shall set out in exploration of our soon to be joined empire!"
That very spring, while on a regular fishing trip they have spotted starnge people in the fog ,living on the other side of the channel. it was a very foggy afternoon ansd so could not make contact, but the knew they were there.
"whoa are those people? what do they do? what do they want?" thought the young chief "how shall i deal with thier encroachment of my empire? it is clear! they must be made to leave this land which is rightfully ours!"
and so came to be the first Warrior of the Angles.
"but they can wait for now. there is still unknown land in the north. we must explore to see that noone is sharing our holy homeland."
on these exploration trips, Troy found himself true happiness. he loved the long walks and the bright sun. after almost a full year of looking at the marvels of the north, hidden in a tiny vale, he saw it. another village, more of a camp really, but with signs of permanence. carefully he came into that vale, to see who they where.
"greetings o' great chief" he heard from the largest tent "we have been waiting for you. come in young Chief Troy"
"me?" thought Troy "how did they know i was coming?" so he entered the tent.
within the tent sat a grumpy old man, scowling at the young chief "well, c'mon, we havent got all day. sit down and listen!"
"i have been looking for you for many years. the holy spirits have told me to stay in this forsaken valley till you came, teach you these secrets and only then will i be allowed to join my people in the great hunting grounds!"
"what can this wizened old man teach me?"
"well, for starters, i can read your mind, pup! you must respect and worship you ancestors! for without them you are nothing! you shall stop throwing them in the river when they pass away, and build mounds to place them there after thier passing.
you shall pray for thier guidance and build many useless building to do this praying in. the people shall love you for this, because they need to remember thier forefathers.
you shall BURY your dead with great CERMONIES.
back in London the people prosper and grow... so another boat is ordered up. to sail north, in search of a great Northern Passage.
and the first boat has sent back reports of many starange lands and starnger peoples.
"we have met Hannibal of Carthage" one reprt says "he is mighty and powerful, and know how to build walls"
"These Romans are truly great warriors! they can hurl a tiny stick at a dear and kill it from afar!" said another.
"Alexander, great chief of the Aegean empire has knowlege of strange brown metal that makes him fearsome in his funny hat that shines in the sun"
"Warlord Ragnar the defacer spits at you in desain! he says that with the wood sticks he can take out a deer at 100 paces!"
this final report has really annoyed Chief Troy.
"NO ONE shall insult me! Ragnar shall Pay. and DEARLY for his impudence."
so, how to teach that fool a lesson? i shall prove to him my superior knowledge of every thing.
Chief Troy then sends out messengers to all the kings and queens to purchase and trade thier knowledge.
we give to the people the secret of the grumpy man to the greeks, who are so impessed with these teaching that they teach us how to make spears and shiny metal helmets and add in another 10 nuggets of shiny metal they call gold.
the romans are envious of this and beg us to teach this to them too. i agree if they will give us som eof those short stick to hunt deer with. OK, said Julius and ill throw in some gold as well.
Hannibal sneers at me for these puny trinkets. "Watch this, my grand wall! can you compete with this?"
"Nay," says Troy "but i shall remember and never forget this insult. Begone now from my presence!"
a few hour later, late at night, there is a knock on the Chiefs' door.
"Who is it, By Landre, ill skin you alive for disturbing me at this hour!"
"please, Troy, may i come in?" came the voice of a young woman.
"sure
, come on in" (it has been a long trading day, and the youbg chief could use some female companionship right now)
into the room enters Joan. "not much to look at" thinks Troy " but what HUGE tracts of land she has"
"well" says Joan.
"well" says Troy.
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in the morning Joan confides in Troy that she really only wanted to talk about this new secret he has been selling, but getting "pleased" was nice too.
"Oh, well, ok then. what do you want to give me for it.
is the secret of the wall ok?"
"Ha," laughs Troy. "no it is not. for the secret i shall take the wall and some shiny metal. and you must visit me EVERY WEEK till i grow tired of you!"
"but ofcourse i will come to you every week. i would come every night if you asked it of me"
the map as we see it.
regular turn log
USE MAPSTAT. too much is going on to handle it on your own.
Impressive SW, SG's are normally very educational, but this one looks like it will be entertaining as well cant wait for the next installment.[/lurk]
