Evil Game I - Carthage, Regent (Picture Intensive)
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Deity
Excellent story! Why did you stop? 
Cataphrak
Knight of RPG
I'll start a new forum to stop the spam
SirBigbu
Chieftain
Continue the story please. 
Symphony D.
Deity
Wow. I completely forgot about this. Work and SMAC have apparently consumed my life lately. 
Well, since there was at least some interest in it, and I've still got the materials from where I left off, I'll see about continuing this.
Thanks for the support guys, and uh, sorry about the long wait?
Well, since there was at least some interest in it, and I've still got the materials from where I left off, I'll see about continuing this.
Thanks for the support guys, and uh, sorry about the long wait?
T-Money
Conquestador
I knew you'd come back. Please continue, this story inspired me to finally try civ for real.
Glad to hear it.
Symphony D.
Deity
There was a somewhat musty air about the war room as the generals found their ways to their seats. It wasn't a room that was used much, most of the battleplans were drawn up by General Hannibal, but then, there had never been a war with aims quite as large as this one. It was going to require planning. The side-conversations began to die down as things settled, and finally ceased as the Military Advisor coughed to signal attention, before making a hand gesture for the pages to bring the map.
"Now, as ya'll are aware," he drawled "we have actually setup a small allotment of forces to engage the Persians before war was declared."
There was quiet laughter and a few chuckles around the table at the joke - Carthage never started a war without some preparation. The Advisor continued presently "Now, they ain't much, but they'll do. What're ya'lls thoughts on how they should proceed?"
One of the generals, Malchus, stood and leaned over the table at which they were all assembled. From one of the groups of Carthaginian force he traced one line with his finger to the Persian city of Behistun. He then repeated the gesture for the other force but to the city of Merv instead. "Like so."
Several of the generals leaned forward, studying the idea, a round of murmurs both for and against rising up from them. "It seems risky," chided one. "It is bold, certainly, but it is also not overcautious," stated another named Gisco, before continuing "and seems wiser than sending both forces against Behistun."
"What about the Persian forces northeast of the incense colony?" proclaimed another. "They can likely be taken by the additional battalion of troops that's accompanying the Swordsman Army... and if not," he trailed off. "If not we lose a quarter of that attack force," sneered another. "Those are hardened troops. Besides, war has already been declared, we don't have many other options," interjected Malchus, then "it'll have to do."
There were more murmurs, some hostile, but all were quelled by the voice of the Advisor "Now, what do'ya suppose we should do after both those cities fall?"
Gisco put a finger on both Merv and Behistun, and drew lines to Bampur where his fingers converged "They rendezvous at Bampur - Behistun is only lightly defended, and with further reinforcements arriving soon odds are we can have a battalion or two of Knights on the west bank of the river from Bampur, while the Swordsmen attack from the hills to the east."
"Both would make a counter-attack difficult," he concluded. There was more thoughtful murmuring from the assembled officers, before Malchus spoke up "From there," he gestured, before tracing a finger south and slightly west, "we can placed our units in the hills around Tureng Tepe after crossing over the river, giving them further protection while they advance."
There were sounds of satisfaction now with the plan. It would alleviate border tensions and sheer open a wide front of Persia's inner holdings for future attack, while simultaneously threatening Persia's Spice supply. After a few minutes of waiting to see if any serious objections arose, the Military Advisor stood and cleared his throat "In that case, I do believe we should get it to tha' scribes for inkin' - now, onto plans for the southern theater..."
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It was on Hannibal's desk the next morning.
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I've actually gone ahead and took the liberty of playing again from where I left off and discarding the material I had since I was pretty sure I could've done better (I'm currently running two games on Monarch difficulty with good success). Hope nobody minds, but at any rate its actually turned out more interesting so far. Probably some more shorts on the war and then a recap soon.
"Now, as ya'll are aware," he drawled "we have actually setup a small allotment of forces to engage the Persians before war was declared."
There was quiet laughter and a few chuckles around the table at the joke - Carthage never started a war without some preparation. The Advisor continued presently "Now, they ain't much, but they'll do. What're ya'lls thoughts on how they should proceed?"
One of the generals, Malchus, stood and leaned over the table at which they were all assembled. From one of the groups of Carthaginian force he traced one line with his finger to the Persian city of Behistun. He then repeated the gesture for the other force but to the city of Merv instead. "Like so."
Several of the generals leaned forward, studying the idea, a round of murmurs both for and against rising up from them. "It seems risky," chided one. "It is bold, certainly, but it is also not overcautious," stated another named Gisco, before continuing "and seems wiser than sending both forces against Behistun."
"What about the Persian forces northeast of the incense colony?" proclaimed another. "They can likely be taken by the additional battalion of troops that's accompanying the Swordsman Army... and if not," he trailed off. "If not we lose a quarter of that attack force," sneered another. "Those are hardened troops. Besides, war has already been declared, we don't have many other options," interjected Malchus, then "it'll have to do."
There were more murmurs, some hostile, but all were quelled by the voice of the Advisor "Now, what do'ya suppose we should do after both those cities fall?"
Gisco put a finger on both Merv and Behistun, and drew lines to Bampur where his fingers converged "They rendezvous at Bampur - Behistun is only lightly defended, and with further reinforcements arriving soon odds are we can have a battalion or two of Knights on the west bank of the river from Bampur, while the Swordsmen attack from the hills to the east."
"Both would make a counter-attack difficult," he concluded. There was more thoughtful murmuring from the assembled officers, before Malchus spoke up "From there," he gestured, before tracing a finger south and slightly west, "we can placed our units in the hills around Tureng Tepe after crossing over the river, giving them further protection while they advance."
There were sounds of satisfaction now with the plan. It would alleviate border tensions and sheer open a wide front of Persia's inner holdings for future attack, while simultaneously threatening Persia's Spice supply. After a few minutes of waiting to see if any serious objections arose, the Military Advisor stood and cleared his throat "In that case, I do believe we should get it to tha' scribes for inkin' - now, onto plans for the southern theater..."
(Click for Larger Image)
It was on Hannibal's desk the next morning.
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I've actually gone ahead and took the liberty of playing again from where I left off and discarding the material I had since I was pretty sure I could've done better (I'm currently running two games on Monarch difficulty with good success). Hope nobody minds, but at any rate its actually turned out more interesting so far. Probably some more shorts on the war and then a recap soon.
Ranger99
Ranger99's Going to NAVY?
Great Story!!!
i love it, i usually play as Carthage too, their numidian mercs rule!!
keep 'em comin!!
i love it, i usually play as Carthage too, their numidian mercs rule!!
keep 'em comin!!
Symphony D.
Deity
It was a fairly warm morning. The winds from the Zam Desert brought in a dry, but gentle breeze and the sun was starting to begin its climb across the sky. A good day, thought Cincixri Taxma as he made his way to the market. Today he was going to need bananas. His wife had found some strange dish calling for them, and he wasn't about to argue with her when it came to food.
It was as he got closer to the town square where the market was located that things first began to seem out of place. People were more frantic than normal. A lot of people seemed to be buying whatever they could carry before scrambling off. He looked at the scene he had stumbled upon, perplexed. He pulled a young boy who happened to be scampering along aside and asked "What's going on?"
"Haven't you heard," exclaimed the young boy, "the Blood-Reds are coming!"
Blood-Reds. Carthage. Their banners had its color, and their clothes were often stained with it. Trading at the point of a sword - sometimes just the sword. And they were coming...here. To Bampur. As Cincixri digested the information, the boy shook free of his grasp and disappeared once more into the crowd. It was then that a new sensation occured - shouting from the northern entry to the market-square. It took a few moments for the crowd's noises to quiet down enough for Cincixri to hear "--and Merv to the ground as well! Those who did not escape were taken as slave workers and marched West!"
If the crowd had been hurried before, now it grew frenzied. People began outright stealing from the merchants. Panic set in. Everyone seemed to know their city was next. And then, the ground started to shake. It was a faint but rythmic rumble...and it began to grow louder. People began to stop and freeze in fear as it grew impossible to ignore. And then, as quiet set in, human voices could be heard on the desert winds. They were singing. Cincixri couldn't understand the words, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the man next to him go pale as a linen sheet. He turned to the man, grasped his shoulders and shook him lightly "What is it?"
"I - I understand...Carthaginian..." stammered the man. "Yes, and what are they singing about" demanded Cincixri in a harsh whisper. The man managed to chew out the words, clearly terrified of what he said even as he said it:
"We march before a heathen world, an army for the fight
We speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
We hold banners drenched in blood, we urge you to be brave
We lead you to your destiny, we lead you to your grave
Your bones will build our Palaces, your eyes will stud our Crown
For we are Baal, the god of war, and we will cut you down."*
As he uttered the words others took notice and put the pieces together. Several of the women shrieked. All began running. Home, out of the city, it didn't matter, the flood of people was unstoppable. Cincixri barely had time to make his way to the wall of a house along the side of the street to avoid being trampled. He didn't know how the man he spoke with faired. All he knew was he must get his wife and children and get them out of town.
Several hours later, the Carthaginians arrived. Their mounted forces tore through the outdated defensive garrison of Bampur despite the town having been built upon a hill.
What citizens remained managed to hold back the invaders through sheer numbers, and the Carthaginian forces were also held distracted by the presence of a battalion of Immortals farther south. But Bampur's luck was not to hold, as the next campaign season the Carthaginians returned in force.
Those who had not fled were rounded up and marched north into the Zam Desert as the city was set ablaze. Not half a day later, as the sun had almost sunk beyond the horizon, the rumbling started again as the bulk of the Carthaginian Army, the swordsmen, arrived in the hills northeast of where the city once stood, before settling down to make camp. The plan was on schedule.
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* Liberally stolen and tweaked from "Orgasmatron" by Motorhead.
Screen's from Empire Earth. Buildings and units aren't terribly cultural though - don't suppose anybody with Rise of Nations might be willing to take infrequent screens? Also, campaign map is about 60% done. I hope you guys like it when I'm done, it's big and was a pain to color in.
It was as he got closer to the town square where the market was located that things first began to seem out of place. People were more frantic than normal. A lot of people seemed to be buying whatever they could carry before scrambling off. He looked at the scene he had stumbled upon, perplexed. He pulled a young boy who happened to be scampering along aside and asked "What's going on?"
"Haven't you heard," exclaimed the young boy, "the Blood-Reds are coming!"
Blood-Reds. Carthage. Their banners had its color, and their clothes were often stained with it. Trading at the point of a sword - sometimes just the sword. And they were coming...here. To Bampur. As Cincixri digested the information, the boy shook free of his grasp and disappeared once more into the crowd. It was then that a new sensation occured - shouting from the northern entry to the market-square. It took a few moments for the crowd's noises to quiet down enough for Cincixri to hear "--and Merv to the ground as well! Those who did not escape were taken as slave workers and marched West!"
If the crowd had been hurried before, now it grew frenzied. People began outright stealing from the merchants. Panic set in. Everyone seemed to know their city was next. And then, the ground started to shake. It was a faint but rythmic rumble...and it began to grow louder. People began to stop and freeze in fear as it grew impossible to ignore. And then, as quiet set in, human voices could be heard on the desert winds. They were singing. Cincixri couldn't understand the words, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the man next to him go pale as a linen sheet. He turned to the man, grasped his shoulders and shook him lightly "What is it?"
"I - I understand...Carthaginian..." stammered the man. "Yes, and what are they singing about" demanded Cincixri in a harsh whisper. The man managed to chew out the words, clearly terrified of what he said even as he said it:
"We march before a heathen world, an army for the fight
We speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
We hold banners drenched in blood, we urge you to be brave
We lead you to your destiny, we lead you to your grave
Your bones will build our Palaces, your eyes will stud our Crown
For we are Baal, the god of war, and we will cut you down."*
As he uttered the words others took notice and put the pieces together. Several of the women shrieked. All began running. Home, out of the city, it didn't matter, the flood of people was unstoppable. Cincixri barely had time to make his way to the wall of a house along the side of the street to avoid being trampled. He didn't know how the man he spoke with faired. All he knew was he must get his wife and children and get them out of town.
Several hours later, the Carthaginians arrived. Their mounted forces tore through the outdated defensive garrison of Bampur despite the town having been built upon a hill.
What citizens remained managed to hold back the invaders through sheer numbers, and the Carthaginian forces were also held distracted by the presence of a battalion of Immortals farther south. But Bampur's luck was not to hold, as the next campaign season the Carthaginians returned in force.
Those who had not fled were rounded up and marched north into the Zam Desert as the city was set ablaze. Not half a day later, as the sun had almost sunk beyond the horizon, the rumbling started again as the bulk of the Carthaginian Army, the swordsmen, arrived in the hills northeast of where the city once stood, before settling down to make camp. The plan was on schedule.
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* Liberally stolen and tweaked from "Orgasmatron" by Motorhead.
Screen's from Empire Earth. Buildings and units aren't terribly cultural though - don't suppose anybody with Rise of Nations might be willing to take infrequent screens? Also, campaign map is about 60% done. I hope you guys like it when I'm done, it's big and was a pain to color in.
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