Divine Intervention Resurrection I: The Wrath of Khan
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Got it.
Will be back in a sec, let me change a few things...
EDIT: Ok, here we go...
The sun was shining, the blue sky was wrapping its tender fingers around the world, and all was calm. The slight breeze blew the long, black hair of Snefru, the Divine Shepherd, in all directions, yet, to him, it was pleasant. That was the word that summed it all up: pleasant. Nice. Especially after climbing that big hill. He did not know why he had bothered to climb it, or indeed, why he did most things. It was just as case of the grass being greener on the other side. Or something like that. At least the sheep were happy.
Beside him, a black hound stood to attention, gazing intently at the fields below. He had pride, certainly, and a loyal heart, but there was never any malice in his eyes – he was but a servant, of course.
“The climb was worth it, Master,” he said, his tail nodding in approval.
“Couldn’t agree more, couldn’t agree more,” replied Snefru. “It’s perfect. Oh what a wonderful place, Geoff!”
Snefru stopped suddenly, and looked away from his dog. They were both as embarrassed as each other about the name.
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That night, as darkness took the reigns, they built a small campfire, and rested, content and carefree, gazing down on similar fires from the towns below, each one having their own feast. They had travelled long to reach this place, but Snefru now decided that he, and all who had followed, had completed their journey. He lay back, took one last fill of the air, but before being able to settle for the night, he sat up with a jerk, full of alarm.
“Can you smell it? That scent in the air, strong, and pungent. I think I recognise it… There has been war here. And there is more to come. How many are to be slain? How many are those mad generals going to kill in their lust for power?”
“Master, it’s roast chicken…”
“Ah,” Snefru sounded slowly, relaxing.
“Goodnight, Master.”
“Goodnight… Geoff…”
Will be back in a sec, let me change a few things...
EDIT: Ok, here we go...
The sun was shining, the blue sky was wrapping its tender fingers around the world, and all was calm. The slight breeze blew the long, black hair of Snefru, the Divine Shepherd, in all directions, yet, to him, it was pleasant. That was the word that summed it all up: pleasant. Nice. Especially after climbing that big hill. He did not know why he had bothered to climb it, or indeed, why he did most things. It was just as case of the grass being greener on the other side. Or something like that. At least the sheep were happy.
Beside him, a black hound stood to attention, gazing intently at the fields below. He had pride, certainly, and a loyal heart, but there was never any malice in his eyes – he was but a servant, of course.
“The climb was worth it, Master,” he said, his tail nodding in approval.
“Couldn’t agree more, couldn’t agree more,” replied Snefru. “It’s perfect. Oh what a wonderful place, Geoff!”
Snefru stopped suddenly, and looked away from his dog. They were both as embarrassed as each other about the name.
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That night, as darkness took the reigns, they built a small campfire, and rested, content and carefree, gazing down on similar fires from the towns below, each one having their own feast. They had travelled long to reach this place, but Snefru now decided that he, and all who had followed, had completed their journey. He lay back, took one last fill of the air, but before being able to settle for the night, he sat up with a jerk, full of alarm.
“Can you smell it? That scent in the air, strong, and pungent. I think I recognise it… There has been war here. And there is more to come. How many are to be slain? How many are those mad generals going to kill in their lust for power?”
“Master, it’s roast chicken…”
“Ah,” Snefru sounded slowly, relaxing.
“Goodnight, Master.”
“Goodnight… Geoff…”
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It's great to see people intervening! 
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I live in a different time zone to most of you people (that's why I seem to be posting at 2 am or something). Right now, for me, it is a Thursday around 5 pm. I am going to have a busy weekend so I will not be able to post the next round until Sunday afternoon (MY SUNDAY). Anyways, have fun editing
Ravus Sol
He walked softly across the surface of the dead grey world.
How many untold eons had he been here? Waiting. Watching. Allready there was new life on the planet below. Immortals were stiring once more to lead their lesser men. He remembered when he too had been a mere immortal, when men and woman bowed low at his passing. When he had atained Godhood he had been called Ravus Sol. which in the language of his people meant Grey Sun
The Grey Sun. The Moon God. The Lonely One. The Watcher.
It did not matter what they called him. He was forever cursed to be here on this desolute moon watching as his precious earth fell allways into Choas. This was not the first age of man, nor was it the last. All of this had happened before, and would do so again.
Some of the people below had allready discovered relics from the past. Hidden in the frozen wastes and lost in the Sands of time. Men wouldd suffer on this Earth. It was worse now, as over hundreds of civilizations the people of the Earth had slowly used up its resources. Metals were now rare and what they called Fossil fuels were nearly all depleted. Deposits only existed in the far ends of the earth, the last people had barley started to extract them before they too had been wiped out.
Ravus missed the days when man would come up to him to talk and converse. He doubted this latest batch would survive long enough to find the path. Not that he cared. After watching so many die... what was a few more billion dead?
He walked softly across the surface of the dead grey world.
How many untold eons had he been here? Waiting. Watching. Allready there was new life on the planet below. Immortals were stiring once more to lead their lesser men. He remembered when he too had been a mere immortal, when men and woman bowed low at his passing. When he had atained Godhood he had been called Ravus Sol. which in the language of his people meant Grey Sun
The Grey Sun. The Moon God. The Lonely One. The Watcher.
It did not matter what they called him. He was forever cursed to be here on this desolute moon watching as his precious earth fell allways into Choas. This was not the first age of man, nor was it the last. All of this had happened before, and would do so again.
Some of the people below had allready discovered relics from the past. Hidden in the frozen wastes and lost in the Sands of time. Men wouldd suffer on this Earth. It was worse now, as over hundreds of civilizations the people of the Earth had slowly used up its resources. Metals were now rare and what they called Fossil fuels were nearly all depleted. Deposits only existed in the far ends of the earth, the last people had barley started to extract them before they too had been wiped out.
Ravus missed the days when man would come up to him to talk and converse. He doubted this latest batch would survive long enough to find the path. Not that he cared. After watching so many die... what was a few more billion dead?
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Tuturuu!
OOC: No "Got It", just backstory. Also, I would greatly appreciate it if you could make note of when you discover Machinery or Construction.
The Machine God looked down upon the world that had been given to him.
The Machine God saw massive explosions rock the mighty cities of his world. He saw mechanized monsters roam the land that had once belonged to nature. He saw his people destroying each other with massive flames and bits of metal. He saw the once massive cities his people built over many centuries reduced to dirt and ash in mere minutes. He saw the temples that had been to him torched. He saw many people killing each other in his name.
The Machine God sighed as he saw all of this. He had failed miserably. His assigned task was to prove he was worthy of deityhood by taking control of a world of his very own. His people had had no opportunity to expand their influence beyond their homeworld and had pounded themselves into dust. Perhaps he had influenced them too much, gave them too much. He hadn't had the heart to take of them. Perhaps that was the cause of his failure. Perhaps he hadn't influenced them enough. Perhaps he had left them to their own devices too often. He knew the creatures on his world were dirty, sinful creatures.
The Machine God took one more look at what had become of his people and turned his back on them. He left that world behind. He had heard that a new world was under watch. That maybe one of the people there were worthy of deityhood.
The Machine God smiled as he departed for that world. He knew that he now had another chance to prove he was worthy. He would show what he could do when working with other gods.
The Machine God looked down upon the world that had been given to him.
The Machine God saw massive explosions rock the mighty cities of his world. He saw mechanized monsters roam the land that had once belonged to nature. He saw his people destroying each other with massive flames and bits of metal. He saw the once massive cities his people built over many centuries reduced to dirt and ash in mere minutes. He saw the temples that had been to him torched. He saw many people killing each other in his name.
The Machine God sighed as he saw all of this. He had failed miserably. His assigned task was to prove he was worthy of deityhood by taking control of a world of his very own. His people had had no opportunity to expand their influence beyond their homeworld and had pounded themselves into dust. Perhaps he had influenced them too much, gave them too much. He hadn't had the heart to take of them. Perhaps that was the cause of his failure. Perhaps he hadn't influenced them enough. Perhaps he had left them to their own devices too often. He knew the creatures on his world were dirty, sinful creatures.
The Machine God took one more look at what had become of his people and turned his back on them. He left that world behind. He had heard that a new world was under watch. That maybe one of the people there were worthy of deityhood.
The Machine God smiled as he departed for that world. He knew that he now had another chance to prove he was worthy. He would show what he could do when working with other gods.
ilduce349
(Financial, Philo)
Genghis Khan, I give you grave news, yesterday the holy city of Ducism (taoism) was overan by barbarians.
I give you and Lincoln (as the two leaders with cities closest to the place) a quest.
The quest is to capture and take the holy city. I have provided you with a map to the city, as well as a settler, archer and taoist missionary to begin your journey, also I have spread taoism to your lands to keep your people motivated to complete this quest.
Your will be greatly rewarded for this.
I give you and Lincoln (as the two leaders with cities closest to the place) a quest.
The quest is to capture and take the holy city. I have provided you with a map to the city, as well as a settler, archer and taoist missionary to begin your journey, also I have spread taoism to your lands to keep your people motivated to complete this quest.
Spoiler :
Your will be greatly rewarded for this.
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I can't find the latest save. I think you are online, but I am not sure. Can you check that post please? I'd really like to play this tonight. Thanks.
I can't find the latest save. I think you are online, but I am not sure. Can you check that post please? I'd really like to play this tonight. Thanks.
ilduce349
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sorry about that, here it is
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Part II: Building an army, and scouting the God's Interventions
"Hello" said the voice. Genghis had just gotten up, and to his surprise, he saw a lion in his Yurt. Genghis reached for his spear.
"Do not be afraid" said the lion, except the lion wasn't talking, the voice was in the Khan's head. "I am the lionhead ambassador, my master is the God Nictel, of the lions. I was the lion who gave you the note." Genghis was going to ask the lion if he was the same one that was in his dreams, but he was interrupted by his chief advisor who had just came barging in to the Yurt.
"SIR!" shouted the advisor. "There are sheep sir. Lots of them, it is a miracle! It must have been done by the great god Iduce of Tao himself! Sir, why is there a lion in your Yurt?"
"Sheep?" asked a confused Khan. "What sheep? And who is iduce? What the 'eck is Tao?"
"Let me explain ..." said (in search of a better word) the Lion.
The lion explained to the Khan about all of the Gods, how Tao had spread to his and Lincoln's lands, what the lionhead was, where it was and how it was Snerfu who had lead the sheep around the mountains, not iduce.
Suddenly the room changed around him, he was whisked away into the middle of a blizzard. The Khan had never seen snow before, but he felt right at home.
"Hello sir!" shouted a man who was wearing a snow covered jacket.
"Who are you? Where the 'eck am I?" shouted Genghis, who was struggling to talk over the roaring wind.
"We are your followers sir," said the man. "your followers on the other side of the earth, sir."
"What should we do sir?" said the man "Should we form a colony? Should we take the holy city?"
"Um ... just stay put for now," replied the Khan, just before he disappeared again. The man sighed and walked back home.
The Khan explained all of the lion's story to his citizens.
"So shall we still worship Tao and iduce?" asked one of his Generals.
"Yes we shall," said the Khan, "we are a Taoist state now."
The Khan orded the building of an army of chariots to destroy Lincoln and the scouting of the nearby land and ocean. The scouts found many land marks that were obviously created by the gods.
The Khan wondered what these landmarks were for, or what they meant. The scouting parties also noticed lots of ruins everywhere, presumably part of an old, but mighty civilisation. The scouts found two new leaders.
The Khan did not care about those two new civilisations, he only cared about how big his army was.
The army was almost ready. The Khan slept well that night, wondering what interventions the gods would make tonight.
"Hello" said the voice. Genghis had just gotten up, and to his surprise, he saw a lion in his Yurt. Genghis reached for his spear.
"Do not be afraid" said the lion, except the lion wasn't talking, the voice was in the Khan's head. "I am the lionhead ambassador, my master is the God Nictel, of the lions. I was the lion who gave you the note." Genghis was going to ask the lion if he was the same one that was in his dreams, but he was interrupted by his chief advisor who had just came barging in to the Yurt.
"SIR!" shouted the advisor. "There are sheep sir. Lots of them, it is a miracle! It must have been done by the great god Iduce of Tao himself! Sir, why is there a lion in your Yurt?"
"Sheep?" asked a confused Khan. "What sheep? And who is iduce? What the 'eck is Tao?"
"Let me explain ..." said (in search of a better word) the Lion.
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The lion explained to the Khan about all of the Gods, how Tao had spread to his and Lincoln's lands, what the lionhead was, where it was and how it was Snerfu who had lead the sheep around the mountains, not iduce.
Suddenly the room changed around him, he was whisked away into the middle of a blizzard. The Khan had never seen snow before, but he felt right at home.
"Hello sir!" shouted a man who was wearing a snow covered jacket.
"Who are you? Where the 'eck am I?" shouted Genghis, who was struggling to talk over the roaring wind.
"We are your followers sir," said the man. "your followers on the other side of the earth, sir."
"What should we do sir?" said the man "Should we form a colony? Should we take the holy city?"
"Um ... just stay put for now," replied the Khan, just before he disappeared again. The man sighed and walked back home.
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The Khan explained all of the lion's story to his citizens.
"So shall we still worship Tao and iduce?" asked one of his Generals.
"Yes we shall," said the Khan, "we are a Taoist state now."
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The people of Mongolia wondered about the mental stability of their leader when he declared the lion a diplomat and his Theology advisor. No one opposed him because they all remembered what happened to the last Khan ...+
The Khan orded the building of an army of chariots to destroy Lincoln and the scouting of the nearby land and ocean. The scouts found many land marks that were obviously created by the gods.
The Khan wondered what these landmarks were for, or what they meant. The scouting parties also noticed lots of ruins everywhere, presumably part of an old, but mighty civilisation. The scouts found two new leaders.
The Khan did not care about those two new civilisations, he only cared about how big his army was.
The army was almost ready. The Khan slept well that night, wondering what interventions the gods would make tonight.
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Got it.
Snefru awoke with a start, just like he always did. He must have been asleep for years, but the same tranquillity remained, that same feeling of pure, undiluted bliss.
“Oh, isn’t it fantastic!” he explained, shaking his dog awake. “Come, look, see!”
“Master,” relied the hound, already up and alert, scanning the horizon.
And then he saw it. All around him, his sheep, his flock, his raison d’être, were being trapped by some sort of… fence.
“What the hell is going on!?” cried the shepherd in total panic arms flailing wildly in utter bemusement.
“It is the doing of the townsfolk below, I suspect, Master. They are using your flock for their own needs.”
“Right!” exclaimed the shepherd, reaching for his staff, “let’s see about that!”
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The big construction in the middle of the town must have been the place where the order to decimate the flock had come from. Snefru approached the entrance, which was flanked by two guards, his sheepdog by his side.
“I demand to see your leader!” he commanded, his vocabulary failing him.
“Oh yeah? An’ you are?” asked the first guard, ticking the “provocative idiotic guard” cliché box.
“I am Snefru, the Divine Shepherd, and I demand to see your leader!”
At this point, both guards fell about with laughter.
“I’m telling you, I am! And this is my sheepdog, Geoff!”
Snefru smacked his forehead – he’d used that name again. Any chance of getting the guards back now was lost. He would have to use force.
“I blight thee with divine light!” he cried, pointing his staff at the guards.
Nothing happened.
“All right you two, let’s be going,” began one of the guards, laughter subsiding. The shepherd found himself picked up, and motioned out of the town. His quest had failed. The sheep were still trapped.
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His name was Lygot, and he was a rat catcher. Just like his father, his grandfather, his great-grandfather, but unlike his great-great-grandfather, who had been a prostitute. They never spoke about him.
Lygot was not just any rat catcher, however. He was a humane rat catcher. Put simply, he didn’t kill the rats, but kept them in a secure area under his house. He fed them, cleaned them, slept with them sometimes.
Lygot didn’t have a wife.
That morning, that fateful morning (it wasn’t really, it just sounds good), he awoke, and went down to visit his “little fur balls of fun.” His words, not mine, I’m just writing it down.
They had gone. Not a single one was left, no more squeaking, biting, er, defecating, just a slightly eerie silence.
“Rats!” Lygot swore, but it was to no use, he searched wildly around, but they had gone. And when he saw the convenient dog-sized hole in the side, going up to the street, he was devastated. He has set a plague of rats upon Karakorum – the populace had no chance.
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“That was a complete waste of time, er, Geoff.”
“I keep telling you, Master, you mustn’t try and do divine acts, you’re not really a god. Let me do all the miracles.”
“I know, I know, I just get so wound up in it all… It was fun though, wasn’t it?”
“Er, yes Master.”
“Well I enjoyed it. Ah. Come on, let's go back to the hill. That was a nice view, wasn't it?"
Snefru awoke with a start, just like he always did. He must have been asleep for years, but the same tranquillity remained, that same feeling of pure, undiluted bliss.
“Oh, isn’t it fantastic!” he explained, shaking his dog awake. “Come, look, see!”
“Master,” relied the hound, already up and alert, scanning the horizon.
And then he saw it. All around him, his sheep, his flock, his raison d’être, were being trapped by some sort of… fence.
“What the hell is going on!?” cried the shepherd in total panic arms flailing wildly in utter bemusement.
“It is the doing of the townsfolk below, I suspect, Master. They are using your flock for their own needs.”
“Right!” exclaimed the shepherd, reaching for his staff, “let’s see about that!”
****************************************************
The big construction in the middle of the town must have been the place where the order to decimate the flock had come from. Snefru approached the entrance, which was flanked by two guards, his sheepdog by his side.
“I demand to see your leader!” he commanded, his vocabulary failing him.
“Oh yeah? An’ you are?” asked the first guard, ticking the “provocative idiotic guard” cliché box.
“I am Snefru, the Divine Shepherd, and I demand to see your leader!”
At this point, both guards fell about with laughter.
“I’m telling you, I am! And this is my sheepdog, Geoff!”
Snefru smacked his forehead – he’d used that name again. Any chance of getting the guards back now was lost. He would have to use force.
“I blight thee with divine light!” he cried, pointing his staff at the guards.
Nothing happened.
“All right you two, let’s be going,” began one of the guards, laughter subsiding. The shepherd found himself picked up, and motioned out of the town. His quest had failed. The sheep were still trapped.
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His name was Lygot, and he was a rat catcher. Just like his father, his grandfather, his great-grandfather, but unlike his great-great-grandfather, who had been a prostitute. They never spoke about him.
Lygot was not just any rat catcher, however. He was a humane rat catcher. Put simply, he didn’t kill the rats, but kept them in a secure area under his house. He fed them, cleaned them, slept with them sometimes.
Lygot didn’t have a wife.
That morning, that fateful morning (it wasn’t really, it just sounds good), he awoke, and went down to visit his “little fur balls of fun.” His words, not mine, I’m just writing it down.
They had gone. Not a single one was left, no more squeaking, biting, er, defecating, just a slightly eerie silence.
“Rats!” Lygot swore, but it was to no use, he searched wildly around, but they had gone. And when he saw the convenient dog-sized hole in the side, going up to the street, he was devastated. He has set a plague of rats upon Karakorum – the populace had no chance.
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“That was a complete waste of time, er, Geoff.”
“I keep telling you, Master, you mustn’t try and do divine acts, you’re not really a god. Let me do all the miracles.”
“I know, I know, I just get so wound up in it all… It was fun though, wasn’t it?”
“Er, yes Master.”
“Well I enjoyed it. Ah. Come on, let's go back to the hill. That was a nice view, wasn't it?"
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Ravus Sol
The sailors aboard the Kahn Workboat were hard working diligent people. They were decended from the lines of warriors and had claimed the seas with the same vicous skill. However even they felt their hearts pause at the sight of the Shifting sands.
The Sands of Time, so called by the Gods, were moving before them. from the aft side came a avanlance of sand falling sideways as though gravity had changed directions... For a day it was if they were trapped in a hellish sandstorm.
When it was over they realised they would never be able to properly map this wretched desert.
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Genghis Kahn felt the presence of another Immortal long before the messenger delivered the news. The Mongol leader had only ever heard of immortals ruling distant empires, never had one dared to visit his land.
"My lord!" cried the messenger, "A warrior has risen in the ruins near Beshbalik! He rides upon the beasts we use for chariots, he's headed this way!"
"Shut up you fool," snarled Genghis "We have an army of untold legions and you are scared of one immortal? Bring me my horse! Prepare the army!"
It was later when the two immortals met, the mortals could feel the buzz in the air ass these too ageless beings met in person. The unknown immortal came forward slowly, behind him a procession of horses seemed to drag chests on carriages.
Before Genghis could wonder what could be inside the chests the immortal came forward, a smile upon his face. "hail, my name is War, is this your army?"
"I am Kahn, I lead the untold legions of the Mongols, why are you here?"
"Your city close by woke me from my slumber. I have slept since the last age of man. Your army is indeed legion, can any man in your land join?"
"What?" Genghis was confused by War's nonaggressive acting so far and his quick change in topic. "uh.. yes all men in my land may join the legion."
"Good!" Exclaimed the immortal as he jumped of his horse and proceeded to kneel before Kahn. "Then as a man currently in your land, i too wish to join your legion."
"Wait, YOU want to join? What kind of immortal are you! All the others have their own lands and their own people."
War sneered in resposne. "Do i look like i want attention from the gods? No i'll be quite happy fighting in what looks to be the greatest army of the land. And as my new leader, i offer you these"
At a gesture from the kneeling immortal the horses reared up causing the chests to topple of the chariots, spewing what appeared to be countless jewels across the field.
"I have a immortal merchant entombed back in the ruins that can help spread these out in your lands. He is not a fighter like myself but he too is an immortal that wishes to follow and not lead."
Genghis Kahn gazed down at the still kneeling warrior and then back to the gold. He could easily draw his sword and behead the man before he could defend himself. But he did like the gold. A Merchant could be helpful as well. Not to mention having some people round the place that didn't die within a few decades.
He could allways kill them later...
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The sailors aboard the Kahn Workboat were hard working diligent people. They were decended from the lines of warriors and had claimed the seas with the same vicous skill. However even they felt their hearts pause at the sight of the Shifting sands.
The Sands of Time, so called by the Gods, were moving before them. from the aft side came a avanlance of sand falling sideways as though gravity had changed directions... For a day it was if they were trapped in a hellish sandstorm.
When it was over they realised they would never be able to properly map this wretched desert.
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Genghis Kahn felt the presence of another Immortal long before the messenger delivered the news. The Mongol leader had only ever heard of immortals ruling distant empires, never had one dared to visit his land.
"My lord!" cried the messenger, "A warrior has risen in the ruins near Beshbalik! He rides upon the beasts we use for chariots, he's headed this way!"
"Shut up you fool," snarled Genghis "We have an army of untold legions and you are scared of one immortal? Bring me my horse! Prepare the army!"
It was later when the two immortals met, the mortals could feel the buzz in the air ass these too ageless beings met in person. The unknown immortal came forward slowly, behind him a procession of horses seemed to drag chests on carriages.
Before Genghis could wonder what could be inside the chests the immortal came forward, a smile upon his face. "hail, my name is War, is this your army?"
"I am Kahn, I lead the untold legions of the Mongols, why are you here?"
"Your city close by woke me from my slumber. I have slept since the last age of man. Your army is indeed legion, can any man in your land join?"
"What?" Genghis was confused by War's nonaggressive acting so far and his quick change in topic. "uh.. yes all men in my land may join the legion."
"Good!" Exclaimed the immortal as he jumped of his horse and proceeded to kneel before Kahn. "Then as a man currently in your land, i too wish to join your legion."
"Wait, YOU want to join? What kind of immortal are you! All the others have their own lands and their own people."
War sneered in resposne. "Do i look like i want attention from the gods? No i'll be quite happy fighting in what looks to be the greatest army of the land. And as my new leader, i offer you these"
At a gesture from the kneeling immortal the horses reared up causing the chests to topple of the chariots, spewing what appeared to be countless jewels across the field.
"I have a immortal merchant entombed back in the ruins that can help spread these out in your lands. He is not a fighter like myself but he too is an immortal that wishes to follow and not lead."
Genghis Kahn gazed down at the still kneeling warrior and then back to the gold. He could easily draw his sword and behead the man before he could defend himself. But he did like the gold. A Merchant could be helpful as well. Not to mention having some people round the place that didn't die within a few decades.
He could allways kill them later...
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Spoiler for ninjacow :
ilduce349
(Financial, Philo)
iduce looked at the land, the barbarians were getting stronger, and time was running out. Both Lincoln and Genghis seemed to have no recognition of the message he and sent them. They both had done nothing towards capturing the holy city. There will be punishments, said the god. He went down to earth, debating on how he shall punish the people. He went to his sons hideout. "Hey father", he said bowing.
"I am going to send you on a quest. My people aren't listening to me. If they listen I will reward them, if they don't I will punish them."
"so you want me to punish them?"
"that is correct, I have sent a plague across the land to kill all those who defy me, but to punish Lincoln who failed my quest, I want you to destroy him."
"I am going to send you on a quest. My people aren't listening to me. If they listen I will reward them, if they don't I will punish them."
"so you want me to punish them?"
"that is correct, I have sent a plague across the land to kill all those who defy me, but to punish Lincoln who failed my quest, I want you to destroy him."
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The Deity Cull, Lord of the Sea, awakens again. He sees the other gods intervening, and giving great gifts to the Khan. Is he alone displeased at the Khan?
As the Khan is sleeping, he is greeted by the smell of seawater, and is confronted by a mysterious god, who's very image can not be described.
The Deity Cull begins to speak.
In far flung reaches, I gives my teachings, Cullfucianism, to people who listen to the sea. People who instead of building up a chariot strong army, build up, and expand, and bow down to the sea's whims.
If you fight Lincoln, a brother in your heathen faith of a different god, you will be punished beyond reason. Heed my warning when you still can, you ignorant mortal fool, or the very sea will fall upon you.
The Khan screams, and rages, for he is disbelieving, and then he awakes in a sweat. He summons his advisers, and tell him for his dream. They tell him not to worry, but the Khan still thinks as he falls back into an uneasy sleep.
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As the Khan is sleeping, he is greeted by the smell of seawater, and is confronted by a mysterious god, who's very image can not be described.
The Deity Cull begins to speak.
In far flung reaches, I gives my teachings, Cullfucianism, to people who listen to the sea. People who instead of building up a chariot strong army, build up, and expand, and bow down to the sea's whims.
If you fight Lincoln, a brother in your heathen faith of a different god, you will be punished beyond reason. Heed my warning when you still can, you ignorant mortal fool, or the very sea will fall upon you.
The Khan screams, and rages, for he is disbelieving, and then he awakes in a sweat. He summons his advisers, and tell him for his dream. They tell him not to worry, but the Khan still thinks as he falls back into an uneasy sleep.
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