Unnecessary. For now, I am still Chu-Nan. Afterwards, the Dynasty will likely be mentioned only rarely.
Japan, how much are you willing to pay? Because I'm willing to milk you for every cent you're willing to pay.
INES I: Anno Domini
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Unnecessary. For now, I am still Chu-Nan. Afterwards, the Dynasty will likely be mentioned only rarely.
Japan, how much are you willing to pay? Because I'm willing to milk you for every cent you're willing to pay.
The Major
Warlord
From: Ur
To: Villainous scum
You have broken your word, you trust, breached your honour. You tried to kill us in cold-blood. Unfortunetally you failed. No one will be spared.
To: Villainous scum
You have broken your word, you trust, breached your honour. You tried to kill us in cold-blood. Unfortunetally you failed. No one will be spared.
Sheep
Orange Shrooms!
To Ur
From Persia
Your infantile and contemptous 'Kingdom' is nothing but a scar on the backside of the glorious Persian Empire.
From Persia
Your infantile and contemptous 'Kingdom' is nothing but a scar on the backside of the glorious Persian Empire.
The Roads of India Project: Katu Irani sees the world.
Katu Irani stood over looking the valley of his birth high in the mountains of eastern Persia. But it was India now he quickly recalled and had been for half a decade. Five years ago a troops of Indian soldiers had come through the small town and let everyone know that they were part of India, the greatest empire in the world. He doubted their promises of peace and prosperity; he doubted their interest in his tiny corner of the world for anything other than a source of more taxes. But Katu was surprised that the soldiers included a dozen who spoke Farsi. And he was even more surprised when three of those stayed when the troop moved on.
He had been away for over a year now and was anxious to be home. He had been poor when he left, almost driven from his home, and now with his return he would bring some measure of prosperity to his family. He remembered how the Indian Farsi speaker Jamal had goaded him into collecting the blue ore from the outcroppings on mountain behind his farm. And how Jamal showed him how to know which pieces were the best. Jamal even helped him build a water saw to cut the stone so the full beauty of the hidden center was revealed. For two years Katu collected and sorted and cut the dark blue lapis stones. Then Jamal told him it was time to sell his stones, but to do so he would have to travel over the mountains to the Indus River and then go down the river to ancient Mohenjo Daro itself. They had gone together and Jamal taught him to be a trader. As they made their way through small villages and hamlets, Jamal collected others like Katu who had been instructed by “other Jamals” and were now ready to sell their goods along the Indus. The weavers, metal workers, and stone sellers made a ragtag, but lively group of excited travelers.
Over the miles, these newly minted traders grew in confidence and skill in selling bits of their wares and in buying the goods of others; by the time they reached the city of the empire’s birth they felt like crafty old hands at this game of trading. Looking back now, Katu knew they had not done so well; the merchants of Mohenjo Daro had taken advantage of their hillbilly ways and limited knowledge. But none-the-less he had turned a wagon load of rock into more money than he had ever seen. The royal tax collectors took their share too, but he paid and smiled. He dressed himself now in fine cotton, bought presents for family and friends, had a small stock of goods to sell as he traveled home and still concealed a sizable pouch of coin in a false bottom in the wagon. Jamal left their group when the last of their wares were sold. He had another trip to the north of Indian Persia to make and more villages to visit. Katu would miss him, but not forget him. Nor would he forget the great Prince who lived far away in Delhi.
For his return Katu took one of the new roads out of the city. He was amazed. Smooth paving stones stretched for miles ahead of him and the roadway was wide enough for four wagons to move abreast, two in each direction. Curbs and gutters lined the edges and even in the hardest rains the roads were firm and useable. It was a wonder and Katu praised Ahuramazda for the blessings of the Indian Prince who made such a thing and gave it to the likes of Katu to use freely. Inns along the way catered to his needs and small barracks of soldiers were regularly passed, especially in the wilder stretches of the road. If there were brigands in the hills, he never saw them. Unexpectedly the road ended and the old dirt path became his companion. But the road would follow. Work crews added to it every day with relentless energy. The word was the Prince himself had commanded it be finished all the way to Persia. The workers told him that it would pass within three days walk of his valley when completed.
Katu looked down at his home. His wife would rejoice and weep all at once. And then he would give her the gifts. He would mine more of the blue lapis stone; perhaps hire some of the young boys of the valley to do the hard work. In a year he would again travel to Mohenjo Daro. But this time he would be ready and those scoundrels in the city would have to watch themselves. He would not be so easy next time. And while his “boys” mined and cut the lapis he would help others of his village to make goods for trade as Jamal had taught him. When he left next time, he would lead a troop of traders and he would teach them how to trade as he had been taught. But for now, his village was in sight and he whipped his donkey to move a little faster down the hill.
Katu Irani stood over looking the valley of his birth high in the mountains of eastern Persia. But it was India now he quickly recalled and had been for half a decade. Five years ago a troops of Indian soldiers had come through the small town and let everyone know that they were part of India, the greatest empire in the world. He doubted their promises of peace and prosperity; he doubted their interest in his tiny corner of the world for anything other than a source of more taxes. But Katu was surprised that the soldiers included a dozen who spoke Farsi. And he was even more surprised when three of those stayed when the troop moved on.
He had been away for over a year now and was anxious to be home. He had been poor when he left, almost driven from his home, and now with his return he would bring some measure of prosperity to his family. He remembered how the Indian Farsi speaker Jamal had goaded him into collecting the blue ore from the outcroppings on mountain behind his farm. And how Jamal showed him how to know which pieces were the best. Jamal even helped him build a water saw to cut the stone so the full beauty of the hidden center was revealed. For two years Katu collected and sorted and cut the dark blue lapis stones. Then Jamal told him it was time to sell his stones, but to do so he would have to travel over the mountains to the Indus River and then go down the river to ancient Mohenjo Daro itself. They had gone together and Jamal taught him to be a trader. As they made their way through small villages and hamlets, Jamal collected others like Katu who had been instructed by “other Jamals” and were now ready to sell their goods along the Indus. The weavers, metal workers, and stone sellers made a ragtag, but lively group of excited travelers.
Over the miles, these newly minted traders grew in confidence and skill in selling bits of their wares and in buying the goods of others; by the time they reached the city of the empire’s birth they felt like crafty old hands at this game of trading. Looking back now, Katu knew they had not done so well; the merchants of Mohenjo Daro had taken advantage of their hillbilly ways and limited knowledge. But none-the-less he had turned a wagon load of rock into more money than he had ever seen. The royal tax collectors took their share too, but he paid and smiled. He dressed himself now in fine cotton, bought presents for family and friends, had a small stock of goods to sell as he traveled home and still concealed a sizable pouch of coin in a false bottom in the wagon. Jamal left their group when the last of their wares were sold. He had another trip to the north of Indian Persia to make and more villages to visit. Katu would miss him, but not forget him. Nor would he forget the great Prince who lived far away in Delhi.
For his return Katu took one of the new roads out of the city. He was amazed. Smooth paving stones stretched for miles ahead of him and the roadway was wide enough for four wagons to move abreast, two in each direction. Curbs and gutters lined the edges and even in the hardest rains the roads were firm and useable. It was a wonder and Katu praised Ahuramazda for the blessings of the Indian Prince who made such a thing and gave it to the likes of Katu to use freely. Inns along the way catered to his needs and small barracks of soldiers were regularly passed, especially in the wilder stretches of the road. If there were brigands in the hills, he never saw them. Unexpectedly the road ended and the old dirt path became his companion. But the road would follow. Work crews added to it every day with relentless energy. The word was the Prince himself had commanded it be finished all the way to Persia. The workers told him that it would pass within three days walk of his valley when completed.
Katu looked down at his home. His wife would rejoice and weep all at once. And then he would give her the gifts. He would mine more of the blue lapis stone; perhaps hire some of the young boys of the valley to do the hard work. In a year he would again travel to Mohenjo Daro. But this time he would be ready and those scoundrels in the city would have to watch themselves. He would not be so easy next time. And while his “boys” mined and cut the lapis he would help others of his village to make goods for trade as Jamal had taught him. When he left next time, he would lead a troop of traders and he would teach them how to trade as he had been taught. But for now, his village was in sight and he whipped his donkey to move a little faster down the hill.
Perfectionist
Angel of Verdun
Orders sent.
Orders Sent.
Sheep
Orange Shrooms!
Just use the orders I sent you.
Christianity is more or less here, in the form of the Jesusites, but they only have a presence in Greece, and a weak one at that. I doubt Jesusism will in this world be anything more than a fringe religion.
However, it does seem that the 'Trinitism' the Celts are spreading around will come to have some common traits with OTL Christianity.
However, it does seem that the 'Trinitism' the Celts are spreading around will come to have some common traits with OTL Christianity.
Okay, just curious. LittleBoots spread Christainity so this world is not too foriegn to me like das's NES
I will get my revenge during the Age of Colonialism if you egg him on
Edit: Orders Sent!
Amasis II, Lord of the Setting Sun, Lord of Aegypt. He who had campaigned in far off Italy. And Won. He was old, very old, but he was pleased, for he had secured Aegypt from any potential threats to the west, the Romans, who had called themselves the greatest power, humbled. He was one who would not let Aegypt suffer under another power, have his people subjugated. His Fathers exploits, and His Grandfathers before him. All for the greater good of Aegypt. He was the last of a dying breed, he thought only to protect. His dreams and visions only barely flowering, he tended to his children, to his people, in the hopes that they would continue to florish.
Ameretat, heir to the throne of Aegypt, was a new breed, a new generation. His fathers, and the fathers of others his age knew barely of the age of Darkness, When Isreal held sway over the Egypt. But Ameretat, he was different, he beleived in the greatness of the Egyption Gods, Amon-Ra, Set, Anubis, all of them. He also beleived that Aegypt was destined for greatness. The coming generation could feel it too. He scorned his father for his prudance, Aegyptian Greatness was a thing to strive for, for it was only right. The Ancestors of Tantamanis' legacy should render unto themselves what is rightfully theirs. He recognised Tanamani for what he was, that rare oasis in a desert, he who let you survive till you reached the bountifull Nile, where you could florish. And only by striving to follow in Tanamani's footsteps, could they outdo him.
Ameretat was no Lord of the Setting sun, He was like Phoenix, Aegypt was reborn, its strength tested in battle against Rome. He was the first Lord of the New Dawn. And his name Immortal. The Initial years of his rule, years of Consolodation, and then the world changed...
OOC: New generation; new Ideology, gone is the time when Aegypt dreamt only of one dream, freedom, all paths are now open to them. Course its a nice way to start a BT :/ (after this IT)
Ameretat, heir to the throne of Aegypt, was a new breed, a new generation. His fathers, and the fathers of others his age knew barely of the age of Darkness, When Isreal held sway over the Egypt. But Ameretat, he was different, he beleived in the greatness of the Egyption Gods, Amon-Ra, Set, Anubis, all of them. He also beleived that Aegypt was destined for greatness. The coming generation could feel it too. He scorned his father for his prudance, Aegyptian Greatness was a thing to strive for, for it was only right. The Ancestors of Tantamanis' legacy should render unto themselves what is rightfully theirs. He recognised Tanamani for what he was, that rare oasis in a desert, he who let you survive till you reached the bountifull Nile, where you could florish. And only by striving to follow in Tanamani's footsteps, could they outdo him.
Ameretat was no Lord of the Setting sun, He was like Phoenix, Aegypt was reborn, its strength tested in battle against Rome. He was the first Lord of the New Dawn. And his name Immortal. The Initial years of his rule, years of Consolodation, and then the world changed...
OOC: New generation; new Ideology, gone is the time when Aegypt dreamt only of one dream, freedom, all paths are now open to them. Course its a nice way to start a BT :/ (after this IT)
Tantamani looked down from his spirtual rest. His exploits legendary, many peasants worshipped him as Set, The Avatar had become greater than the God. But it was just a simple change in name, the principles remained the same.
Set just wore a new face.
The Old ways of worship would soon begin to change, with the intermarriage of the two strongest gods, Amon-Ra and Set, the Way the Gods where worshipped began to evolve, the Line between polytheism and monotheism blurred, aided by the current period of stability. But this was only the beginning.
Tantamani looked down upon the pyre that had been lit for Amasis II, his grandchild had died. He stood back as he was tested in the usual manner of the Egyption beleifs. Here and there though he caught a flicker, a blur. When Amasis II was allowed entry. Tantamani returned to his watch over the people of Egypt.
****
Amasis II had just been tested by Anubis, or what he thought was Anubis, there was a flicker. It seemed a bit unreal. He passed it off as the transition from material to spirit. He walked through a mighty Stone Archway, inscribed with runes. Another Flicker. Before him an Afterlife, something he could not comprehend, it blurred.
He felt eyes on the nape of his neck, Anubis watched him, as he began to acend a rubble strewn path along a cliff face. Below him, as he saw it, was a sea of souls, lost, entrapped. He peered over the edge.
"They are lost because they did not understand,"
He jumped, slipped, and steadied himself on the edge of the path. He looked up, into the sun. The figure was a silhouette against it. He saw a smile of white teeth appear upon it.
"Do not worry, you cannot slip into it, those are they who did not understand themselves, you did,"
Amasis frowned.
The silhouette grew serious again;
"Ah, yet I must make it explicit. These are those that beleived that they were only Good, or Evil. They strove to find another embodiement of their opposite. Yet because they did not accept the experiances of their opposite, they did not understand. One cannot do Good if one does not understand Evil. To put it another way; If you understand that you have sinned; have you actually sinned?"
Amasis pondered this point, thinking of the various deceptions and actions he has been forced to undertake as Pharoah. Another Flicker.
"But then, you changed everything did you not? You understood, and you used this to your advantage. After all, change is neither good nor evil, but you have changed more than you could know by doing so,"
Amasis responded; "Who, Who are you?"
The silhouette cocked his head, "Why, God of course"
Then everything blurred.
OOC: CHANGE FTW! Course I aim for this and the IT turn merely to be a beginning of this process.
Set just wore a new face.
The Old ways of worship would soon begin to change, with the intermarriage of the two strongest gods, Amon-Ra and Set, the Way the Gods where worshipped began to evolve, the Line between polytheism and monotheism blurred, aided by the current period of stability. But this was only the beginning.
Tantamani looked down upon the pyre that had been lit for Amasis II, his grandchild had died. He stood back as he was tested in the usual manner of the Egyption beleifs. Here and there though he caught a flicker, a blur. When Amasis II was allowed entry. Tantamani returned to his watch over the people of Egypt.
****
Amasis II had just been tested by Anubis, or what he thought was Anubis, there was a flicker. It seemed a bit unreal. He passed it off as the transition from material to spirit. He walked through a mighty Stone Archway, inscribed with runes. Another Flicker. Before him an Afterlife, something he could not comprehend, it blurred.
He felt eyes on the nape of his neck, Anubis watched him, as he began to acend a rubble strewn path along a cliff face. Below him, as he saw it, was a sea of souls, lost, entrapped. He peered over the edge.
"They are lost because they did not understand,"
He jumped, slipped, and steadied himself on the edge of the path. He looked up, into the sun. The figure was a silhouette against it. He saw a smile of white teeth appear upon it.
"Do not worry, you cannot slip into it, those are they who did not understand themselves, you did,"
Amasis frowned.
The silhouette grew serious again;
"Ah, yet I must make it explicit. These are those that beleived that they were only Good, or Evil. They strove to find another embodiement of their opposite. Yet because they did not accept the experiances of their opposite, they did not understand. One cannot do Good if one does not understand Evil. To put it another way; If you understand that you have sinned; have you actually sinned?"
Amasis pondered this point, thinking of the various deceptions and actions he has been forced to undertake as Pharoah. Another Flicker.
"But then, you changed everything did you not? You understood, and you used this to your advantage. After all, change is neither good nor evil, but you have changed more than you could know by doing so,"
Amasis responded; "Who, Who are you?"
The silhouette cocked his head, "Why, God of course"
Then everything blurred.
OOC: CHANGE FTW! Course I aim for this and the IT turn merely to be a beginning of this process.
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