Hannibal strapped his armor on, preparing for the inevitable war with Gilgamesh. He had slept - and awoken - and this was also an inevitable sign - that the gods had changed his world. There were more than he could rightfully keep track of now - Rolo, the original god that had gifted them with fertile ground so many millenia ago. Runner, the keeper of the City of Gold - a mythical place filled with nothing but gold. The scourge of Carthage, the Terror god of the Sea. Eldarion, god of beasts. Who next?
"Sir," said one of my advisors. "A messenger from Aschington has arrived! Mt. Runner, too! The ice has melted!"
In the many years that had passed, the two had performed very differently. Mt. Runner had barely survived before the coming of the Beast God, its most noteable accomplishment being worship of the Terror Sea God.
Relations with Zara are improving. He seems to almost enjoy seeing me now.
The divine message appears to have been found - we must said west, but through deep ocean waters. Our scientists are on the task.
We have built a temple to this New God, the God of Beasts - a great church in his honor, the "Hagia Sophia."
Meanwhile, Rolorunnerism is on the rise!
We have created a temple for the Runner himself.
With the advent of new, deep ocean boats we set two crews to sail - one to search for the fabled golden isle, and the other east, into the unknown. We do not immediately find the golden city, as our crew is set upon by Barbarian Seafarers, but after long deliberation, a new land is discovered! Its residents appear to be somewhat less cultured and technologically advanced than us, but one of the residents, a tribal leader by the name of Shaka, agrees to teach us secrets of their Calender.
Sumeria still looms to our south, and we must be vigilant in our efforts. However pleased he is with us, we must remember that he is our enemy.
In one fell swoop, War is declared, and our armies march south, aided by large lumbering elephantine creatures and borrowed Numidian Calvary. We reach Uruk quickly and the city falls after a long, hard siege.
Meanwhile, on the homefront, our priests have been focusing in on education.
The war rages, but we are winning. Our morale at home has been strengthed by something we have been waiting millenia for - at long last!
The Golden City of the Runner!
What do you have?
