Chapter 4(?)
Bad Karma
Goals for this Round:
* Wage a really impulsive war
* Make CreeDakota mad, probably (I don't normally do this, man! And I do really appreciate the advice you've given and am on the verge of founding the awesome city you suggested next round. You know how "one more turn" gets sometimes. )
* Beat on a guy until that kid from that one Simpsons episodes goes, "Stooop! Stop! he's already dead!"
* Diplomacy maybe?
This round was fairly quick--only another 25 rounds or so. Like I said, it was sort of impulsive. I started a kind of preemptive round just to see if Gandhi was on the tech path to getting nasty defensive units online, and then... well.
The story of the Spanish-Indian War begins simply enough: with a lunatic setting up shop in the mining city of Madrid, forging raw metals into crude devices that he swore could revolutionize communication.
Bell's early inventions in this time could best be described as "iron cans on the end of string," but in these early days, this was a revolutionary concept.
25 years later, shocking news came from the East. The village of Toledo--one of Spain's newest settlements--had been established at the borders of Indian lands to bring precious Gems into the empire. Workers had gone to the spot where the gems lay and begun tearing away the jungle that covered them. These lands were to be Spanish, Isabella announced to the world, and the gems of the jungle were to be hers!
Gandhi, however, had other ideas.
India's famous Fast Workers--armed with crude clubs and weapons--dashed to the spot where the gems lay and set to work from nearby Bombay, driving the Spanish slaves back towards Toledo. It was by their sheer numbers that the mines were taken. Gandhi, when pressed about the matter, pleaded ignorance; however, he would allow no Spanish Workers to return to the gems.
This, of course, could not be.
Throughout Spanish lands, workshops were set to the task of crafting swords and axes, and new soldiers were recruited. Research into Mathematics continued apace with the hopes of military applications to come. And the jungle city of Salamanca was founded at India's southwestern border, cutting off Gandhi's expansionist tendencies.
Indeed, the founding was a close call.
(Since I'd committed to war, I didn't feel like having to chase Gandhi all over the country. Salamanca was a little slow to start, but it's starting to roll now, and it kept Gandhi nice and bottled in. That Settler did end up refounding in... not a bad spot, and as you'll see, it's valuable for other reasons.)
Gandhi, sensing the High Queen's rage, sought to share knowledge, promising her a handsome reward and the secrets of the shipwrights for her new Mathematical prowess.
The offer was rejected, and Gandhi was sent sulking back to his palace.
Troubling news continued for Spain. Boudica and Shaka--whom the High Queen had hoped to court as allies--had converted from Judaism to Gandhi's Hindu faith! While they remained Cautious with the Indian king, Isabella had no doubt that the bonds of faith between them would grow, particularly with the zealous Boudica. To put off the war further would run the risk of inflaming the warlords that she had hoped would become future allies.
And Gandhi's Fast Workers had, thankfully, finished clearing that jungle.
The time to strike had come. The High Queen dialed up Gandhi on the Bell Communicator, even as the toughs who had driven Spanish miners from the Gems site suddenly saw the hill crested by the first wave of Isabella's army...
It was a patchwork force, to be sure, with troops from across the empire joining forces with Isabella's scouting Chariots, which had been refitted for military purposes. But Spanish intelligence showed that Gandhi was weak. He could not be allowed to grow.
As new forces continued to pour into Indian lands, the makeshift army found itself at the gates of Bombay.
With siege engines still a few years off, the Spanish army opened with a flanking attack from the scouting chariots... that did very little. Seeing the failure of this early attack, Spanish Axemen tore into the city, fighting tooth and nail against the entrenched defenders.
Losses were heavy; however, victory did not take long.
Bombay was kept as a forward base, opening roadways and allowing Spanish troops to hurry to the front.
Isabella made a small (and somewhat unfair) trade to Boudica to help purchase cheap garrisons for the city.
That same year, King Gandhi himself, flanked by the high priests of the Hindu faith, traveled to Madrid by horse, their saddlebags bursting with gold. Gandhi was a pragmatic man, and he could see that the loss of the gems had troubled the High Queen. With a humble bow, he offered the gift to Isabella.
"This should account for the losses you have suffered from the... incident with the gems," he said. "Please. We are but simple folk. We have so much more to offer the Spanish Empire if you would but spare my people."
But the High Queen could see the hidden terror in his eyes. She rose from her throne, flanked by two burly "Senators" from the city of Barcelona. She glared down at the still-kowtowing Indian king.
"Your faith teaches of karmic retribution," she sneered. "I think it is time that you took its lessons to heart... as I have as well."
Still, as Gandhi and his priests sulked back to India, news traveled far and wide that the meeting had been something of a success. The word in international circles was that, while peace was not negotiated, the High Queen had indeed been baptized in the Hindu faith. However, secretly, Isabella knew the truth. Her conversion was nominal... a facade. Only by converting to the Hindu faith could she control it... and she would, indeed, control it soon.
(Currying favor with the warmongers' bloc here. I think the Buddhists are going to have to go soon.)
Gandhi's Settlers--once again seeking to impinge on Spanish lands--found themselves met in the forests by Spanish Swordsmen marching to the front.
The Settler retreated to Vijayanagara to the northeast, where they were never heard from again.
(...until later on when he became a Worker! )
At last, Isabella's army arrived at Delhi, where the Indian king made his strongest stand to date... which wasn't saying much.
Rather than building strong garrison units, Gandhi opted instead to flaunt his newfound knowledge of Horseback Riding. The fleet Horse Archers of Delhi had the potential to be a quick-striking force, riding where no infantry could keep up. They could do this... on offense. In defending a city, they fared much more poorly.
The battle was fierce and bloody, but it was brief, and the High Queen traveled to Delhi in disguise to inspect her winnings amidst the chaos of the city's capture.
(No Jewish shrine yet! We can probably sort that out. Generating Great Prophets shouldn't be much of a challenge if we want to considering how many religions we have floating around.)
Seeing that Isabella now sat as mistress of the Hindu faith, Frederick of Germany overcame his earlier misgivings about the Spanish-Indian War.
The newly crafted Catapults of Barcelona, meanwhile, descended at last on Vijayanagara.
The new siege weaponry had put an end to the bloody battles of Bombay and Delhi, and the attackers were able to tear the city apart with impunity.
Isabella did still more deals to build the Hindu faithful from a squabbling band of city-states into a defined, trustworthy bloc.
(We also gifted Polytheism to Shaka to try to get him up from Cautious. It didn't work. Ah, well, he can have it anyway. I've got another idea for improving relations with him next round anyway.)
In Barcelona, an Indian-born general of Gandhi's forces, one Chandragupta Maurya, saw the writing on the wall for his king and joined the Winning Team(TM).
He settled in Barcelona's Barracks to help train additional troops.
There was but one city left. Gandhi offered the world--a far more generous offering than he had ever offered before--in the interests of peace. New technologies could arrive in Isabella's land, and Gandhi would be crushed forever, doubtless to serve under the boot-heel of a nearby warlord in the near future.
Unfortunately for him, Isabella could allow no such thing. A period of peace would allow the sniveling little sycophant the chance to throw in with Shaka and Boudica. An additional declaration of war beyond that point could indeed inflame the very people Isabella hoped to have as allies.
And--perhaps most importantly--the mountain village of Pataliputra, where Gandhi's government made its last stand, had become the center of a new faith.
(Yup--turns out that even when he's getting pounded on by Axes, Gandhi would rather go for religious techs with wonders attached to them instead of the military techs that would save his bony little butt. )
In the east, meanwhile, the Zulu army had made a show of marching through the newly captured Delhi. A small but effective force of Impis and Catapults marched past the borders, while Shaka himself refused to join in the Indian War, stating that he had "enough on his hands." Troops remained station at the gates of Delhi just in case Shaka had any ideas.
It turned out that he did have ideas.
With King Gandhi no longer worth crushing, Shaka had turned his attention to the Lakota tribe north of Spain. Remembering how Sitting Bull had demanded corn all of those years before, the High Queen enthusiastically agreed to close down all deals with the chief. Shaka's troops were welcomed in Indian lands, and his army marched north, the Impis licking their chops at the prospects of war with the Lakota.
Meanwhile, the Christian holy city was weakened. The hillside was sufficient fortification to incur losses for the Spanish, but the raids were noncommittal... until, that is, the tiny village's population grew sufficiently to incur the losses in an attack.
William the Conqueror was, in this world, no conqueror. The last Spanish swordsmen charged up the hill, slaughtered the remaining garrisons, and captured the city.
Mahatma Gandhi himself--no longer a king, but merely a war criminal--was brought before the Pyramids, into the center of Stonehenge, where Spanish justice was indeed meted out. The people of Madrid, surrounding this holy spot, stood in awe as their resplendent queen entered the circle, her gown and crown decorated with deep red garnet stones. Gandhi--bound in the center of the circle--could barely raise his head as the High Queen drew her sabre.
"All of this... for a few lousy gems?" Gandhi gasped.
The High Queen smiled.
And Mahatma Gandhi's blood was spilled at Stonehenge.
(State of the world to come!)